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problems—­listening, caring, and fixing.
    Brody stepped forward, the cold stream rushing down his back. Running his hands over his face, he wiped away the water and opened his eyes. He looked over at Kat. Every muscle in her body appeared tense, as if she were waiting for an invitation to leap up from the chair and join him in the shower.
    Her desire matched his. He could see it plain as day in her eyes. Control slipped away, followed by the tight hold his sense of duty had on his life. His world narrowed to one thought—­claim Little Miss Perfect. Tonight, for one night, make her his.
    T HE SOUND OF running water hitting the cement floor echoed against the tiled walls. Beneath the noise, Kat swore she heard Brody let out a low growl. The man was standing in a cold shower, and judging from the way his wet underwear clung to his body, she’d dialed the lust up to an eleven.
    I try to do as I’m told.
    She’d been teasing him when she’d said those words. These days, she rarely took orders from anyone. The high-­profile neurologist leading her clinical trial? Maybe. A man she wanted to see without his boxer briefs? Never. She’d fought too long and hard for control over her life to let anyone call the shots.
    But seeing Brody’s reaction, she wondered if she could pretend until sunrise. If he invited her back to his room. And if she went.
    Kat shifted on the lounge chair. As if he’d sensed her movement, Brody opened his eyes and looked right at her. And just like that her mind bypassed the shower and headed straight for the bedroom. He’d told her that he knew his own limits. But what if she pushed past his breaking point? Would he give in to the raw lust radiating from his hard body?
    Brody turned off the shower and reached for a towel, quickly securing it around his waist. Still dripping wet, he walked over to the chair. Her breath caught as he closed the space between them.
    â€œI don’t want a celebration swim,” he said.
    â€œYou don’t?” Heat pulsed from his wet body, but his words raised alarm bells. She’d misread his desire. He was done playing games and wanted to go back to his room. Or have another beer, toasting to a successful mission.
    â€œI want you, Kat.”
    Those words, on his lips—­they blew her fantasies away. Molten desire rushed over her, every nerve in her body doing a little happy dance while chanting, Brody Summers wants you!
    His hands cupped her jaw as she stood to meet him. He studied her lips as if the only question was how to kiss her, not if he should. His lips hovering over hers, she closed her eyes, waiting for his kiss.
    â€œIs there anything I should know?”
    His low, rough voice sent another rush of need over her. She opened her eyes and saw his kiss-­me-­now fever staring back at her.
    â€œA boyfriend in New York?” he added.
    â€œNo boyfriend.” Logically, she knew now was the time to tell him why she’d traveled across the country. But she wanted to spend a few hours knowing Brody Summers desired her . She was close to cementing her place among the top neurologists in the country, but that didn’t change the fact that once upon a time she’d gone to bed in a house that never felt like home, wishing like crazy that this man would notice her.
    â€œKiss me, Brody.”
    Running his fingers through her hair, he claimed her lips. As if her command had granted him permission to race past soft and gentle, his tongue swept into her mouth exploring, tasting, demanding . . .
    She leaned against his solid body. One of his hands abandoned her hair, to wrap around her waist. He held her tight against him, allowing her to fall deeper and deeper into his kiss. She’d never melted into a man’s embrace, letting him take and take and take. But with Brody, she turned to butter. Pressed against him, she felt so turned on, so feminine, and so . . . wet.
    He broke