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"Can you read my mind right now?" Nate asked.
"Not unless we're touching, and even then, not a hundred percent. If it makes you feel any better, I've read your mind quite a bit over the last few days--"
"Oh, yeah, feeling better already." What had he thought? What did Tess know about him?
"--and," she continued doggedly, "I haven't picked up one single thing that made me uncomfortable. That's a first. In fact, I'd even started to think . . ." She stopped, unable to continue, as her face turned a becoming shade of pink.
He couldn't stand it. He had to touch her. She knew what he was thinking anyhow, right? And all he wanted was to be closer....
She didn't flinch or pull away, but leaned closer when he pulled her gently into his lap. He brought her lips to his. His mind filled with all sorts of sensual images he was helpless to stop, so he didn't even try.
"Mm-hmm," she murmured as her arms stole around his neck. "Oh, yes."
Was she sharing his thoughts, or just approving of the way he rubbed her back?
"Both," she whispered.