Fast Burn. Lori Foster

Whatever you’re thinking, I’d bet a championship belt that you’re dead-on.”

      She pushed back to see his face. “Really?”

      “Really.” Sahara always packed a sensual punch, but now, with her hair loose and her eyes vulnerable, she could bring him to his knees. “You have great instincts, honey.”

      Her teeth worried her plump bottom lip before she gave it up. “He admired me, Brand. Now isn’t that bizarre?”

      “No. I can’t imagine any man not admiring you.”

      “I...” She closed her mouth, opened it again and finally said, “Thank you.”

      “You’re welcome.” Seeing that she was a little more relaxed, he asked, “How could you tell what he felt?”

      “The way he’d look at me as if I’d surprised him, and the way he’d smile at me. I even made him laugh a few times, and not necessarily on purpose. He constantly warned off the other guys but then he’d touch me when he shouldn’t, when there was no reason to. Like sitting so close that his thigh was against mine.” She shuddered.

      To keep her talking, Brand suggested, “Maybe he wanted to play on your helplessness.”

      Umbrage brought her brows together. “I was never helpless.”