For the longest time she didn’t answer, then she shook her head. “No. He used the clippers.”

Dash wanted to kill him. Every muscle in his body went taut with the need to take the older man apart. She’d been a child, a little girl with scrapes and bruises and a need to fit in.

But her fucking father had humiliated her.

“You don’t need to look so upset.” Her gaze moved over his face. “I learned so much that day.”

“You were only seven years old.”

“And stubborn as a mule.” Again she touched her hair. “Mom was furious when she saw me. She said we’d all be gossiped about. They had a big fight about it. It was one of the few times I saw her win. Even West was mad about it. Dad said he was wrong and I could grow it back.”

But she hadn’t. Comprehension dawned. “You cut it after that?”

His conclusion made her smile. “Every single time. I even got a whooping once for it, but I did it again the next time anyway. I figured Dad wanted it short, so by God, I’d keep it short.”

She really had been a handful. And he was glad. That backbone had kept her safe, helped to protect her heart, and made her into the woman he now loved. “Clippers?”

“When they didn’t hide them from me. Once when they did, I used scissors and it was so uneven, it was worse than just shearing it off.” Her smile went crooked. “I was so bad.”

“You were—are—so proud.”

She didn’t deny it. “Finally Mom gave up and started taking me to a salon so they could at least keep the short hair styled. They convinced me that some curls would be nice.”

“Very nice.”

“Before Dad cut it, the weight pulled it straighter. But no longer than it is now, the curl takes over.”

“I love your hair.”

“Thank you.” She sat forward, her chin on a fist. “It’s a reminder to Dad that I know how to win. In fact, he told me once that while he regretted cutting it, he knew I’d learned from it, that I had figured out how to turn the tables on people who tried to hurt me.” She went quiet. “That’s the closest he’s ever come to giving me a compliment.”

Nice insight from an abusive father. “Was he right?”

“Yes.” Straightening, no longer so introspective, she lifted her glass for another drink. “With every step I took through the department, there were people who wanted to knock me down. Usually they ended up regretting it.”

She’d tempered that fierce defense to opposition with extreme loyalty to those who deserved it. Like his brother, and Reese. Now Rowdy and Cannon.

“So.” The ice in her glass clinked as she set the glass down. “You donated significant money to Cannon’s rec center?”

In the normal scheme of things, Dash didn’t like to talk about finances, and he especially avoided conversations about donations. But he wanted to know everything about Margo, and that meant she deserved to know everything about him.

He folded his arms on the tabletop. “I’ve donated a few times now. Logan also.” His shrug didn’t begin to cover how little the gesture meant. “I can afford it. It’s easy to see how important it is to Cannon and to the kids who hang out there, so why not?”

“That’s very generous of you.”

This was where things got dicey, where he had to face his own shortcomings. “Actually, it’s not.” He didn’t want to deceive her with misconceptions, so he tried for brutal honesty. “Donating money, especially when it doesn’t even put a dent in my finances, is easy. Too easy. It’s the people like Cannon, the ones who give their time and energy to a project, who really make a difference.”

“Without the cash donations, Cannon couldn’t do it.” She continued to study him. “But you know, it’s nice that you downplay it.”

She’d totally misunderstood. “I’m not.”

A smile brightened her eyes. “Sometimes, Dash, you’re just too wonderful.”

That made him scowl. “Damn it, I’m not. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. Not only have Logan and I never done without, we always had the best of everything. Our folks are awesome. They’re the ones who helped our grandparents set up the trust for us because they didn’t need the money. Soon as each of us turned twenty-one, we got a substantial inheritance. Not that we’d been struggling before that. Hell, Margo, we were spoiled.”

“And yet you work.” Margo again sipped her drink. “You have your own business.”

For some reason, it bothered Dash that she gave him qualities he didn’t possess. “I told you, I don’t do well with idle time. Plus I like the physical labor.”

“Yeah, you sound like such a pampered, spoiled, rich kid.”

Was she baiting him? His eyes narrowed. “I didn’t say that exactly. It’s just that I...” What? Frustration brought him out of his seat and he began clearing the table. “I’ve been really blessed.”

“And look at how that negatively affected you. You are so lazy, so self-indulgent.” Teasing humor filled the insults with irony. “You only ever think of yourself.”

He closed the dishwasher and, staying near the cabinets—away from her—turned to scowl. “I am self-indulgent. Especially where my personal pleasures are concerned.”

“Women have come easy to you, haven’t they?”

Damn it, she still smiled as if the whole thing were a joke. “Yeah, they have. With good reason.”

“Because you’re so gorgeous,” she mused. Her gaze dipped over his chest, then down to his unsnapped fly. “And such a stud in the sack.”

That only annoyed him more.

“But I’m glad.”

Glad?

With sensual intent, she left her seat. “Now I get to be the recipient of all that expertise.”

He opened his mouth—then closed it. No way would he argue that, not when she’d once thought he’d be boring.

“But,” she added, “I’m not so bad myself.”

Oh, hell no. He did not want to hear about her with other men. She might be able to take it, but he couldn’t.

He started to tell her so, but when she reached him, she only hooked a finger in the front belt loop of his open jeans and tugged him closer. “I think it’s time I proved it to you.”

Going on tiptoes, she caught his mouth—and damn, the lady knew how to kiss.

His heart threatened to punch out of his chest, and with her fingers right there, so close, his dick jumped to attention.

Flattening her left hand on his ribs, she stroked him, up to his chest, down over his abs. Her mouth continued to consume him, so much so that he barely realized what her hands were doing until his jeans loosened more.

Sliding both hands around to his back, and then down, she pushed the denim below his ass.

Freeing her mouth, she stepped back to look at him. She started with the top of his thighs, then slowly looked up to his erection, his stomach, his ribs and his chest, his throat. “You are so impressive.”

Dash braced his hands on the counter behind him, his fingers curling over the ledge, bracing himself against the searing, suggestive heat in her eyes.

With a small purr, she stepped up to him again, but instead of kissing him, she...played. Using both hands. Over his nipples, his clenched abs, around to the top of his ass, back around front again.

Down to his dick.

He locked his jaw.

Her cool fingers moved over him, so featherlight that he couldn’t help but twitch. She kept her head down, her attention on his nakedness.

Slowly, carefully, she wrapped one small hand around him. Squeezing.

“Ah...God.”

Her thumb slipped over the head, making his balls tighten.

“You like that?”

“Yeah.” He managed to free one hand so he could pet her head, teasing those silky little curls that she had fought so hard for. “I love having you touch me.”

“And this?” She firmed her grip and started stroking with one hand while the other went lower, cuddling gently.

His eyes closed. “Yeah.”

She kissed his chest. “I love how you smell, Dash.” Her small tongue came out to tease, and all the while she continued to stroke him.

“Baby...” He fought back a wave of pleasure, swallowed hard. This would be over soon if she didn’t lighten up, and he wanted, needed, to make sure she kept pace with him. “Maybe we should—”

“We will.” She looked up at him, her eyes heavy, and licked her lips.

Dash nudged her forward. “Kiss me.”

But as he started to lean down to her, she whispered, “All right,” and sank to her knees.

Seeing her there in front of him damn near did it for him. Then when her breath brushed him, he stiffened even more. Brushing her cheek over him, she whispered, “You smell even better here.”

“Ah...fuck.” He sucked in air, but it didn’t help. “Baby...” Sinking his fingers into her hair, close to her scalp, he rasped, “You’re killing me.”

“Mmm, maybe this’ll help.” Her hot little tongue flicked out and tasted him, almost stopping his heart. She did it again and again, licking over his shaft, holding him tight between her fingers, up to the head and over.

Trembling with restraint, Dash squeezed his eyes shut and locked his knees. He kept his hand on her head loose, gently encouraging. Not looking at her proved impossible, so he opened his eyes again and stared down at her.

What a sight. She looked so damned pretty sitting back on her heels, her nipples taut against the soft T-shirt, her small hand circling his cock.

Her hotly aroused expression made it clear she enjoyed teasing him.

Unable to stand it, Dash guided her closer, hoping like hell that she’d take the hint and—

Her eyes closed, her lips parted and she drew him into her mouth, her velvet tongue teasing as she took him deep, eased back, slid down over him again. With a humming sound of pleasure, her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked.