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They should be able to be adult about things and disregard what happened yesterday. But just in case they couldn’t, Thad wanted to find out before he started working on Lissa’s roof. Quitting the job midway through would both leave her in a bind come the next rainstorm and scar Loose Screw’s image in a way the construction division of the company couldn’t afford.

Thad parked his truck next to a red Dodge Charger he recognized as Lissa’s. He made his way up the gravel drive and along the sidewalk, which was separated from the front of the white ranch-style house by a row of tiger lilies. He was no flower guru, but the summer he spent helping to beautify downtown Crichton through the city’s youth services correction’s department made certain he knew the names and markings of most local flora.

At fourteen, his punishment for illicit behavior had been a court-mandated curfew coupled with community service, or time in a juvenile detention center, his choice. Now, at thirty-two, if his illicit behavior as a gigolo was uncovered, there would be no options. His ass would be headed straight to the clink.

The thought of doing time roiled his gut and strengthened his reason for being here, knocking on Lissa’s front door. Two minutes passed without a response, and Thad tried knocking again. Since her car was in the drive, it followed she would be home.

Unless she was out somewhere with Sam.

Early afternoon on a Sunday that place could easily be church. Knowing that wasn’t enough to stop his dislike of the guy from surfacing. Sam would be a client of Loose Screws as much as Lissa would—it was time Thad started remembering that.

Another series of knocks without a response and he gave the doorknob a twist. Finding the door unlocked, he pushed it in. “Hello? Anyone home?”

More silence.

Damn. He should have called ahead. He hadn’t because he didn’t want Lissa to be prepared for his visit. Encountering her when her guard was down and genuine Liss shining through would be the true test of his ability to keep his hands off her.

Walking into the house, he considered the way the living room branched off in two directions. Yesterday, he’d gone right and arrived at the bedrooms and bathroom. Today, he wasn’t up to finding Lissa alone in her bedroom. Or, worse, finding her and Sam paying homage to the elephants screwing on his wall hanging by doing the same.

Going with the safer route, he veered off to the left. A good-sized kitchen with white and pale blue linoleum flooring and an attached dining room opened up. Hushed music drifted from somewhere nearby. He followed the muted strains to a closed door on the far side of the kitchen. Amped-up music would explain why Lissa hadn’t heard him calling. If she was behind the door, she also wasn’t liable to hear him if he tried calling out again now.

Feeling too much like the rebel teen who’d been caught breaking and entering almost twenty years ago, he pulled open the door to reveal a semidark stairwell. Rock music blasted his ears as he started down the stairs. The lyrics from “Lick It” registered and his gut tightened with the idea he was about to walk in on Lissa giving Sam head. He should turn back, get the hell out of the house, and call ahead next time he wanted to drop by. The idea he could get to the bottom of her relationship with Sam and, in doing so, potentially eradicate his want for her had him continuing on.

Thad reached the bottom of the stairwell…and froze.

Twenty feet to his left, Lissa sat rocked back in a maroon, wheeled office chair. Her bare feet were propped up on a desk in front of a lit computer monitor and her head reclined back, copper tresses flowing over the chair’s top edge. Her eyes were closed. Her lips glistening with shiny red he attributed to the sucker making its way along the curve of her cheek and down the front of her throat.

“You gotta lick it, before you stick it….” She sang a notch or two above the music, pumping the balls of her feet on top of the desk as her left hand continued the sucker’s descent along the column of her throat, past her collarbone.

Her white sports bra should have looked puritan, virtuous even. But the way she was reclined back gave him a perfect view of the line of her generous cleavage and destroyed every ounce of innocence.

In time with the next verse to “stick it,” she pushed the sucker between her breasts and started a thrusting game to mimic the way he’d tongued her tits less than twenty-four hours ago. Thad’s cock pulsed with the memory of sucking her erect nipples into his mouth as her pussy tightened around his finger with her climax. His shaft pulsed that much harder when Lissa’s lips parted on a rapturous cry, suggesting she was doing far more than sucker-fucking her breasts.

He looked to the right side of the basement, half expecting Sam to be sitting there, watching the show while he pumped his meat in his hand. A shuffleboard table and dartboard pitted up against the wall and a short wet bar with two backless stools extended out from the corner. Both stools were empty.

Sam wasn’t around and neither should Thad be. But he was here, was watching, and was anxious as hell to discover exactly what she was doing in that chair.

Where the right side of the basement had concrete flooring, the left side was carpeted. Between the pounding beat of the music and Lissa’s now-and-again cries, he was able to move soundlessly across the gray tweed flooring. Five feet away from her, the angle he approached her at uncovered the fact she wore men’s black boxers. She wasn’t having any problem filling out the area designed to accommodate the male anatomy either. Her right hand snaked beneath the waistband, her knuckles pushing at the cotton material from the inside out.

He didn’t need to see her pussy to know her fingers were pumping away inside it. But he wanted to. Wanted to strip the boxers down her legs and watch her masturbate until her juices were running along her thighs. If she wasn’t a potential construction client, he would probably do just that. She was a potential client, and Loose Screws damned well needed her business.

Pushing out deep breaths meant to calm his raging dick and the thundering of his pulse, Thad let her continue to sing and sigh along with the music. Right up until the moment the sucker left her sports bra and started down the soft rise of her belly to the boxers. Her hand lifted up in the boxers, creating an opening for the sucker to slide into while flashing a glimpse of her damp, hairless mound.

No way in hell could he stand idly by while she slid that sucker into her cunt and proceeded to fuck herself with it.

“Sorry. Didn’t realize you were busy.” He shouted the lame words.

The sucker stilled beneath the edge of the boxers. Lissa’s eyes flew open, slanting toward him dark jade and heavily lidded. Blinking at him, she pulled the sucker from the boxers. Then she did something he never saw coming. She closed her eyes again and pulled her right hand free of the boxers to move it to the slit at their front and part the material, making a perfect frame for her sex.

Her feminine lips plumped up, blood red and slick with arousal. She brought the sucker to her mouth and gave it a thorough tonguing. Juicy wet, she trailed it back down her belly, over top of the boxers, and along the slit of her labia.

On a sharp inhale, Thad brought his hand over his throbbing cock through his jean shorts. He had to stop her. He would never be able to work for her after watching her get off with the sucker. But then, he would probably never be able to work for her after seeing what he already had, so he might as well let her finish what she started.

A naughty smile curved Lissa’s lips as she parted her sex. Using her index finger to stroke her clit, she twisted the head of the sucker against her hole. A moan trembled above the blatant music and her feet went flat and still on the computer desk. She gave her clit another stroke, followed by a flick of her fingernail that shot her hips forward, propelling the sucker partway inside her sheath.

Vivid freckles broke out on her cheeks and nose. Juices pushed out around the ball of the sucker. Grinding the sucker all the way inside her pussy, she pumped the hard candy against the walls of her sex. Her pelvis shot forward with each pump, and she angled the sucker stick to rub across her clit in time with the thrusts.

Her breathing turned to ragged pants that stole his mind from the music and the knowledge he’d given up on holding back and was stroking his cock through his shorts. All his attention centered on Lissa’s sensual moves.

Her hips bucked off the chair once again, hovering in the air for a long moment before falling back on the seat with her low, husky moan. Her pussy spasmed around the sucker. First clenching the candy tight and then pushing it partway out of her sex along with a flood of cream. “Yes, Thad! Just like that. Fuck me just. Like. That.”

His hand stilled on his dick. What the hell was she doing shouting his name?

The answer was irrelevant. Hearing Lissa call his name out with her orgasm was enough to have him moving behind her chair and pressing his mouth over her upturned one. Her lips parted and her tongue slid eagerly against his. She tasted of cherry sucker and sex, and Thad wanted to lick her everywhere.

Her left hand came up to curl around the back of his head and drag him down for a longer, wetter kiss. He sucked, nibbled, licked, and ate at her mouth, until her light vanilla scent and the potent aroma of her juices became too much to disregard.

Releasing her lips, he turned his head in search of her hand, pulling the first two fingers between his lips and lapping at the juices coating them. His balls went snug as the hot taste of her zeroed straight to his overaroused cock. “Shit. This just makes me want to lick your pussy all the more.”

Lissa’s breath rushed out on a sharp exhale. She jerked her fingers from his mouth and shot up in the chair. Her feet dropped to the floor and the cream-drenched sucker pulled from her sex to go sailing across the room.

Shock passed through her eyes. Her lips moved. She had to be speaking quietly because he couldn’t hear what she was saying over the music.

Noting a small silver CD player on the shelf above her computer monitor, he hit the Pause button. “What did you say?”

“You scared the crap out of me!” She swiveled in her chair to face him, looking guilty as sin and twice as tempting. “I thought I imagined you standing there.”

Thad’s gaze fell to her crotch. Her legs were a couple inches apart and the opening she’d made in the boxers hadn’t quite closed up. “I tried knocking, then calling out to you, but the song was obviously working its magic.”

“I was working. The song was my mood music.” Her voice dared him to deny her.

He’d never been known for turning down dares. Or a hot woman with her pussy hanging out. “Decorating a sex lounge?”

“Seriously doubtful in this county.”

The truth in her words hit home. Crichton was a bedroom community and not in the respect that people publicly talked about what went on between their sheets. He had to stop talking to Lissa about sex. “I thought you might have clients outside the area.”

“I do. But none of them own sex lounges.” She jerked her chin at the computer monitor and the digital rendering of a store layout on the screen. “I’m pulling together design ideas for the Sugar Shack.”

“Since when do they sell X-rated candy?” The words never should have left his mouth, but her lips were still glistening cherry red from the sucker, distracting him.

She shifted in her seat before crossing her legs and hiding his prize. “They don’t. I got stuck on ideas and thought an orgasm might help to clear my head. I didn’t know I had an audience for real.”

Even if she thought she was only fantasizing, it didn’t sound like something a nice girl would do. Neither did tossing out the word orgasm like they were discussing the weather. So maybe she wasn’t a nice girl. Or maybe she was. Either way, it didn’t matter. Thad was taking himself off this job and away from Lissa.

Nodding toward the dartboard and shuffleboard table on the opposite side of the basement, he asked offhandedly, “How do those figure in with your work?”

“When I finish a job and a client tells me how much they like what I’ve done with their place, Sam and I come down here to celebrate.”

“Where’s Sam now?”

Lissa winced at the edge in his voice. Sam had been right about Thad feeling like a victim to his lust around her. The way he was acting now, uptight and barely sparing her a glance, made it clear she’d pushed him too far with her masturbation show.

At first, she really had believed he was a figment of her imagination, but then she’d known better. The sizzling want in his cobalt eyes had been too arousing to let pass. Being a good girl was turning out to be a big job. After tasting the carefully restrained hunger in his kiss it was also a job she wasn’t about to give up on.

Standing from the office chair, she crossed her arms over her breasts, hiding her barely dressed state as much as possible given her limited resources. “Sam’s at his own work. He’s the curator at the field museum. They just got a new lion exhibit in and he wanted to be there to see the display plans he put together were followed.”

Thad finally met her eyes. A calm smile curved his scrumptious lips, suggesting he’d filtered the last several minutes from his mind. “I never got a chance to finish my inspection and was hoping to wrap it up today. Since I won’t be working the job, I want to be able to give the guys as good of a supply and man-hour estimate as possible.”

“You what?” Jeez, oh man, Lissa better really be imagining things now.

His apologetic look was all too real. “Working on a roof is dangerous enough without being distracted, and that you definitely do to me. Nash and Benny are good guys. You’ll be impressed with their work.”

“But I don’t trust them. I trust you.”

His gaze narrowed on her. “Why?”

“You’re a nice guy.” He didn’t look convinced it was enough, so she added, “You’ve never given me a reason not to trust you. A lot of men would have taken advantage of catching me masturbating.”

A self-deprecating smirk tugged at his lips. “I tried.”

“You got sucked into the moment. The second I realized I wasn’t imagining your presence and told you so, you stopped trying.”

Thad’s smirk turned into a smile so wide she thought for sure he would start laughing. What was it with her that her attempts to be serious ended up amusing people, and vice versa?

He smiled at her a few more seconds and then looked toward the stairwell. “I have to be somewhere at three, so I should get started on the inspection.”

Lissa pouted behind his back. Apparently the words were her cue to get started on accepting she had no chance with him. So much for her dip into the nice-guy pool. She should be glad she’d failed so miserably. Bad boys never cared enough to put her first, but they also didn’t make her sulk. “Do you want my help? I’d rather not get up on the roof, if that’s okay by you.”

“Scared of heights?” he asked without looking back.

“No. Of falling and breaking something important. I like my body just the way it came assembled.”

His gaze moved back to her, zipping from her bare feet to her hair, which she’d only gotten around to finger combing so far today. The heat in Thad’s eyes when he met hers said he liked her body plenty himself. Just not enough to give in to the naughty urges she surfaced. “I shouldn’t need any help. I just didn’t want you to hear someone on the roof and decide to break out your gun.”

“I prefer a Louisville Slugger as my weapon of choice.”

“You play ball?”

She sighed. Another attempt at humor down the drain. She did have a baseball bat, but she didn’t use it to take out unexpected guests. “I was in a softball league the last few years, but I’ve got too much going on now to keep up with practice and games.”

He nodded at her computer monitor. “Business is good for you?”

“Yes,” she answered succinctly. Lissa realized he was making small talk then, instead of attempting to hightail it up the stairs. Idle as the conversation was, it could be her one chance to put him at ease around her. She smiled warmly. “I signed a new contract last night.”

“You’re obviously great at what you do to be pulling in clients right now.”

“Actually, hiring an interior designer is more cost-efficient than most people think. As much as anything else, my job is to help save money while making more space available in an established environment.” She recalled what Thad said yesterday, about needing to concentrate all his efforts on activities that paid the bills. Maybe that wasn’t just an excuse not to sleep with her. “Business isn’t so good for you?”

He shrugged. “Things are pretty slow on the construction side. The way the economy is, I’m surprised we’re seeing as much work as we are.”

“What else do you do?”

What looked like discomfort, probably over the idea she wanted to know more about him after he effectively turned her down a second time, registered in his eyes. “Just, uh, general handyman stuff.”

“I have quite a few connections. If you were to work on my roof and impress me with your many talents, I might be encouraged to put in a good word for you.” Lissa hadn’t meant the sexual talents she’d gotten a sampling of yesterday, but Thad’s hesitant expression said that was how he took it.

She sighed. So much for setting him at ease. After that comment, the chance of her being the center of his attention, even for the handful of days he worked on her roof, was as good as gone.

“You’re kidding me?” Thad barked into his phone. He glared out the kitchen window at the neighborhood lights cutting through the black night and wished to hell he could somehow redo this day. Starting with not going over to Lissa’s house and ending by magically making Benny’s foster mother’s health get better instead of taking a grim turn for the worse.

“I wish I was,” Nash returned morosely from the other end of the phone line.

“So do I,” Thad agreed, careful to put the right amount of sympathy into his voice this time.

He knew how close Benny was with his foster mother, how the woman had turned him from a kid who took comfort in hurting himself to a good-hearted man, and he hated the thought of him sitting at her hospital bed, praying for the improbable. But Thad also couldn’t get past the reality that, with Benny out of commission, Nash was going to need help with Lissa’s roof. Loose Screws couldn’t afford to hire someone, even short term, which meant that help would have to come in the form of Thad himself.

Shit. He was screwed.

He would never be able to play the nice guy for however many days it took to re-lay her roof. As he’d cautioned, he would be physically up on the roof, while his mind traveled to her basement office and thoughts of her loving herself up with a sucker.

Then again, maybe he wouldn’t be screwed. Maybe he would be so distracted he would fall off the roof and break his pecker. It would bring an abrupt end to his gigolo services and every chance he had with women in the future, but right about now that didn’t sound like such a bad thing.

Inhaling the fresh scent of springtime in the country, Lissa started around to the backside of her house. A huge, ugly green dump bin had been dropped in the yard this morning and was now in the process of killing the grass with its hulky weight. Typically, she loved the three acres of grass and another two of woods that made up the backyard. Today, she could’ve cared less. Thad was on her roof, stripping up thirty-year-old shingles and tar paper.

That he was only here because his partner’s mother was gravely ill faded her good mood some, but not enough to stop her anticipation for the possibilities that lay in the week ahead.

Five days of roofing work. Five days to get him to change his mind about them by proving she was okay with coming in second to his job. All right, so in the long run she wasn’t okay with it. But for now, knowing he was the kind of guy who would put her first as soon as feasibly possible, she could handle it.

Lissa reached the metal ladder leaning against the side of the house and extending up to the roof. She tipped back her head and shielded her eyes from the late morning sun. The scraps of roofing material flying over the side of the house to land in and around the dump bin told her Thad was on the roof, but she couldn’t see him.

It was for the best he was out of sight. No use getting her hormones riled up before heading out to meet with a supplier, even one who happened to be her friend. “I have to run into town,” she called out. “Do you need anything before I leave?”

“Will Sam be around?”

“A lot of times he comes home for a quickie lunch. Why?”

“In case any questions come up.” Thad’s head came into view followed by his body encased in worn jeans and a white sleeveless T-shirt that clung to his heat-dampened torso. He did a toe-to-head assessment of her practical low-heeled sandals, casual charcoal gray slacks, and burgundy knit top. A warm smile claimed his mouth. “You look nice, Lissa.”

She wet her suddenly dry lips. “You look hot.”

Seriously, who knew sweat could be so appetizing? If she thought there was a chance of him allowing it, she would risk scaling the ladder to get on the roof and lick the perspiration from his hard body.

He wiped an arm across the sweat beaded on his forehead. “It’s muggy out today. Not the best condition for working on a black roof.”

“If you want to take a shower to cool off, I don’t have to go right now.” Lissa winced at the raising of his wickedly arched eyebrows. God, what a mouth she had. She might as well have offered to skip her meeting to stay home and wash his balls with her tongue. “I don’t think that came out right. I meant the shower can be tricky to run and I would be happy to stick around to get it working for you.”

“Thanks for the offer, but I’m good for now.” He peeled off his T-shirt and tossed it aside. Glistening golden tan skin dusted with wheat-colored hair and inch after inch of rippling sinew came into view to do a swelling number on her sex.

“You look hot.” Nice. She sounded like the broken record he’d made her that first day she spotted him, outside of the Almost Family building. “Hotter. You look hotter now.” Yeah, like that was so much better.

Thad’s eyebrows raised again, staying that way long enough to suggest she was treading in unsafe territory. But really what fun was there in playing it safe?

It wasn’t fun she was after today, Lissa scolded herself. Today, and probably tomorrow and the next day too, her goal was to relax him enough around her to allow them to have a friendly conversation. Once he saw sex wasn’t the only thing on her mind, she would convince him she was fine with his putting work first for the time being…and then she would get him naked.

But no naked time today.

Ruefully, she dragged her gaze away from his honed torso, down the rungs of the ladder, to the safety of the grass. “I’m leaving now.”

“Sure you aren’t feeling too distracted to drive?”

She darted a look back up at him. He was smiling, in amusement, or relief she was going? Uncertain, she attempted an innocent smile. “What would I have to be distracted about?”

He looked at her a few seconds, just looked with his deep blue eyes so intense she wanted to wriggle out of her work clothes and into his arms. Without responding, Thad turned and bent down to pull at a strip of shingles near the roof’s edge. Only, he had responded, Lissa realized, by placing his lusciously tight ass in her face and giving her a whole new distraction.

Since his back was turned, she allowed a few seconds of ogling and then hurried around to the front of the house. She was almost to her car when Nash called from behind her, “Wait up, Liss.”

Ignoring him sounded like an incredibly good idea. But since he probably wanted to ask her a question about the house, she couldn’t do it. She turned back to find herself inches away from another naked, sweaty, beautifully sculpted chest.

Nash had been on the other side of the roof the last while, taking down a supply list. Obviously, no matter what a guy was doing, being surrounded by dark shingles on a sunny, humid day required going topless.

He hit her with a smile that deepened the cleft in his chin and oozed bad-boy charisma. “If there’s something going on with you and Sam, you have no chance of getting lucky elsewhere.”

Hard bodied. Cocky. Undoubtedly naughty. A week ago she would have assured him Sam was a friend and then demanded he pin her up against her car and do all kinds of wicked things. Now, all she could think was that he wasn’t Thad. “If that’s your attempt at a come-on, it sucks.”

Good humor flashed in Nash’s eyes with his laughter. “I don’t hit on the object of my friend’s lust, but if I did, I guarantee it wouldn’t suck.” He sobered to reveal, “Thad thinks there’s something going on between you and Sam and until he learns otherwise he’s not going to be putting his hands back on your merchandise, if you catch my drift.”

Thad had told his partners about their sleeping together? It didn’t seem likely given he made her swear not to mention it as a condition of Loose Screws taking on her roof job. But then, how else would Nash know about them? And was he suggesting Thad was only keeping his hands off her because of Sam?

Lissa’s body hummed with hope. “What do you know?”

“Nothing. And if you let on to Thad I suggested to the contrary, I’ll deny it. All that should matter to you is he’s a nice guy who could use a good woman in his life. A good, single woman.”

“I’m single, but I can’t make any promises about being good.” She bit her tongue over the words, cursing Shameless Liss for slipping out with her excitement. But woohoo! There was a chance for naked time with Thad today yet.

Nash’s amused smile returned. “I can see why he likes you. He is a nice guy, but he’s also got a wild streak. He would never say it to your face, but he likes his women with spunk. The kind who aren’t afraid to take charge and stake their claim.”

“I need to go.” Not around to the other side of the house to yank Thad off her roof and onto her lap either. Later, hopefully, she would get him to relent to his lust so they could get naked and be the center of each other’s attention for the rest of the day—better yet, year. First, she had to be a good girl and somehow manage to turn off her overeager hormones long enough to meet with her supplier.

“Thanks for the insight.” Nash nodded in reply, and she walked the last few feet to her car. Opening the driver’s door, she turned back. “Watch yourself around Sammy. He’s not my lover, but he is gay and has a thing for pinching hot guys on the ass.”

Tammy Anderson, Lissa’s custom furnishings supplier, opened her office door to greet her with a friendly smile. For a woman in her mid-fifties, she didn’t look a day over forty. Tammy confessed to having bodywork done, to go along with her dyed blond hair, though there wasn’t a single mark on the visible portions of her body. In a silk chartreuse scoopneck top and silver crop pants, plenty of skin and the majority of her ample breasts showed.

Tammy settled into her chair behind an L-shaped desk. Catalogs, swatches, and paperwork were organized on the long side of the desk, off to her left, and a slim silver laptop sat in front of her. “I was wondering if you were going to make it in today.”

Lissa glanced at her watch as she took a seat across the desk. “It’s one after eleven. Wasn’t our meeting at eleven?”

“Yeah. But in the six years we’ve worked together, you’ve never arrived less than ten minutes early.”

Wow. She was right. Arrival time hadn’t even crossed Lissa’s mind during the short trip into Crichton. All she could think about was Thad and how she was going to seduce him once she got back home. “My house is being re-roofed. I took the time to make sure the guys didn’t need anything before I left.”

Tammy narrowed her light blue eyes, giving Lissa a skeptical once-over. “Something’s not right here, Liss. You have construction men slaving away on your roof and we’re meeting in my office? Tell me these guys are ugly.”

“They’re ugly.”

Tammy gave a dry laugh. “I bet they are.”

“They are.” Lissa smiled impishly. “Unless you’re into sweaty muscles, tight asses, and cocky grins.” Nash’s grin was cocky anyway. Thad’s grin only turned that way when she managed to make him forget he was a nice guy.

If not for this meeting, she could have him grinning that way right now. Have her hands running all over his nude, sweaty body. Her mouth wrapped around his cock. Her tongue licking from base to tip and back again.

Her eyelids fluttered shut as she imagined the hot, silky, masculine taste of his seed and then him tasting her in return. Sliding his tongue in and out of her pussy while he taunted her clit with his fingers.

“Paging Lissa. Is Lissa Malone still in this office?” Tammy’s voice piped into her steamy thoughts, opening Lissa’s eyes.

Tammy smiled amusedly. “We need to reach a decision by noon if you want this order to go in today.”

Lissa looked down to discover cabinetry and room accessory catalogs on the desk in front of her. When had they gotten there? “Sorry. I’m distracted.”

“You’ve got hot roofers at home. Who could blame you?”

Really, who could blame her for not being able to concentrate after what Nash revealed about Thad? The news was simply too incredible for Shameless Liss to cast aside. And Shameless Liss was exactly what Thad was going to get.

In approximately ten minutes.

Tingling with excited energy, Lissa pushed back her chair and picked up an armful of catalogs. “One day isn’t going to make any difference on this project. Can I take these home to go over tonight and e-mail you the order in the morning?”

“Only if you promise to attach pictures of your roof under construction. You know, when the half-naked studs are on it, with their tight asses bent over and their beefy arms pounding away.”

“You got it.” Though it wasn’t visions of Thad’s arms but another part of his anatomy pounding away inside of her that filled Lissa’s mind and heated her through as she sped back home.