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tingle.
    “Not this time.” He scooped her off her feet with an ease that made her smile. Tim, her best friend and sex experiment partner, always groaned theatrically when he attempted to lift her. After he’d nearly dropped her on her naked ass, she’d refused to cater to his pirate fantasy any longer. Any fantasies they’d played out had involved her walking on her own two feet. Matt hadn’t even grunted.
    “You’re very strong,” she murmured, pinching his tattooed biceps lightly.
    “What I am is a desperate man. This is the fastest way.”
    He dropped her on the bed and followed her down, effectively caging her body in place on the cotton duvet. It made her feel small and feminine with his larger frame covering her. Yeah, definitely feminine and powerful. She smiled at him and reached up to trace his lips with an impudent finger. With each breath, she inhaled his spicy aftershave and the tang of the sea.
    “So now you have me here, what are you going to do with me?”
    “Fuck you hard enough that you won’t have the energy to make smart-ass remarks,” he retorted.
    “Matt!”
    He grabbed her wandering hands and held them fast. “This is adult stuff, sweetheart. If a little frank language is going to outrage you, you’d better leave now. I like my sex hard and fast and gritty. And that’s exactly what I need right now.”
    Her teeth sank into her bottom lip while her heart thudded anxiously. She studied his face, trying to second-guess him. In the dimmer light of the bedroom, his expression was harsh and uncompromising. “Are you trying to scare me? Because it won’t work. I want this. I want you, and I’m ready to fight for what I want.”
    “Good girl,” he whispered, his harsh face softening. “That’s the right answer.” He released her wrist to thread his hands through her hair and lowered his head. “I mean it. I’m going to treat you exactly the same as I’d treat any of my women—”
    “If you expect me to vacuum the house, think again.”
    “I don’t believe I mentioned housework.”
    “Oh, you mean sex.” Her left eye closed in a cheeky wink. “Better get to it, or I might come to the conclusion you’re all talk.”
    A grimace tightened his mouth. “Mum and John should have smacked your bottom and washed your smart mouth out with soap.”
    “Mum and Dad love me. They love both of us.”
    Matt snorted, and the sound held little humor. “This is a new one. I have never, ever discussed my parents right before having sex.”
    “Well, we can discuss my sexual fantasies if you’d like. Tim and I had a list of things—”
    He slapped his hand over her mouth. “I don’t want to know what you and Tim got up to.”
    They stared at each other during a lengthy silence where sensual tension ratcheted sharply upward. New aches sprang to life when she imagined their bodies sliding together in an intimate dance. And pleasure. Oh, yes. There was lots of drugging pleasure. Finally, a huff of frustration emerged from deep in his throat. The corners of his mouth twitched, so she knew he wasn’t really angry.
    “New rule, Zoe. When you’re in my bed, there are only two people here. You and me.” He lifted his hand from her mouth, his gaze holding expectation.
    Disappointment, especially his, was the last thing she wanted. “We can make our own fantasies, then.” She beamed at him, waiting for his bite. “I want to make love in a public place.” She waggled her eyebrows like a comedian trying for laughs. “Can we do that?”
    He grabbed her by the shoulders and rolled her body so quickly, she barely had time to protest. She found herself facedown almost suffocated by the pillow. She shifted her head fractionally so she could breathe, then yelped.
    He’d smacked her bottom. Not hard enough to hurt but certainly enough to make her buttocks tingle. His hand came down across her ass again. The stinging intensified, but with it came heat, a surge of sexual awareness. She moaned softly,