Dream Bound by Kate Douglas Page B

feeling a powerful sexual vibe from both Lizzie and Kiera. Feeling it, and not fighting it.
    That was, after all, more of what Mac wanted, right?
    Kiera was smart and funny and not like any lawyer Rodie’d ever met. Of course, nothing about today had been as expected, not that she’d really had a clue what to expect. She’d thought she’d feel awkward with six complete strangers, but they’d laughed and teased and kidded around like they’d known each other for years. Even Mac, as quiet as he’d been, had joined in on occasion.
    His zingers were always right on target, though Rodie had a feeling he had a lot on his mind. Of course, the guy had a ton of money invested in this project. Millions of dollars, and his success all depended on the six of them.
    Six odd ducks good at sexual fantasy. Try putting that on a résumé, but it was something too powerful to ignore. Buzzing just beneath the surface of everything any of them said or did was that truly powerful sexual undercurrent. On occasion it had grown stronger, enough that Rodie’s nipples beaded up and grew taut with arousal. Even her panties got damp, which was downright embarrassing. She wondered if any of the guys were hard, if anyone else felt the same thing.
    And there was always that weird telepathy thing. Not that she could read anyone’s mind—not clearly, anyway. But Rodie’d been aware of a connection with these guys—Mac included—unlike anything she’d ever felt in her life. And it wasn’t the least bit scary. No, it was actually kind of comforting to feel a personal link like that, though it made her arousal even more pronounced.
    She’d never thought of her brain as an actual erogenous zone in spite of what all the studies said, but having another mind touch hers ... wow. Just, wow. Every once in a while she’d get an almost physical sensation from one of the guys, as if their thoughts were sliding over her mind—and on to parts beyond.
    Like now? Was that ... ? Oh, shit. So light she had to focus to find it, and then it was there, touching her mind so sweetly, so seductively. She shivered, aware that her clit was beginning to swell, that once again her panties were getting damp.
    But who? It had to be one of the guys. One of them capable of a feather-light touch of pure sensation so intense that she tightened her thighs together to trap the feeling. Then she had to bite back laughter, wondering if she was going to spend the next six months with her legs locked together, or maybe just screwing anyone she could catch. Hell, with her luck, she’d end up frigging herself alone in her cabin. She’d always had a healthy libido, but the way she felt right now was so far off the charts she wasn’t sure how to describe it.
    Or if she even wanted to. Hell, she was already along for the ride—she might as well enjoy it. That thought had just slipped through her mind when the sensual feeling lingered, the sense of someone touching her became more pronounced, and her arousal flashed through the roof.
    She bit back a surprised gasp as invisible fingers slowly parted her labia, softly stroked her clit. Her breath caught in her throat. She tightened her thighs again, pressing her knees close together when all she really wanted to do was spread her legs wide and enjoy.
    Oh, man ... this was real, not merely a fantasy of her own. This was definitely someone else touching her. Someone else slipping a finger deep inside, then using her own moisture to gently rub over her sensitive clit.
    Talk about giving the term mind fuck a whole new meaning!
    Finn was the most obvious, but she sensed that this was someone else, someone more subtle than the playful Irishman. Biting the insides of her cheeks to keep from panting, Rodie glanced at Cam. He seemed to be asleep in the front seat, his body perfectly relaxed. She cast out with her mind. At least she thought that was what she was doing, but it was hard to know if she was doing it right.
    Nothing from Cam.
    She