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her head was harder than she liked, or thought she liked, because that little taste of his strength sent her common sense flying in favor of following her impulses. Her pride didn’t care for it but the intensity of her desire was like a drug she was addicted to. She’d do anything to experience the high.
    â€œLet’s get out of here. I need to get you naked.”
    His voice had a ring of authority that didn’t sit well with her. It was the splash of cold reality she needed to grasp at the shattered remnants of her self-control.
    â€œLook … I’m sorry … but … no.”
    She wished she sounded more convincing. He’d stepped back from her but frowned and made to close the space between them again.
    â€œI mean it … no, I’m not that kind of girl.”
    But I am tempted …
    She planted one hand in the middle of his chest. She really didn’t have the strength to hold him off if he decided to kiss her again, but he flattened his hands on either side of her head, caging her but granting her enough space to hold on to rational thought.
    Maybe.
    â€œMarried? Boyfriend … lover?” His voice was low and rough with frustration. “If you were devoted to him, you would be in his bed instead of here. If he was smart, he wouldn’t be letting you roam. Or leaving you hungry.”
    I have an appetite all right.
    There was a flicker of something in his eyes that looked like jealousy. And no matter how absurd it was, she felt a tingle of respect for him. The guy wasn’t a douchebag.
    â€œMy reason doesn’t matter. I told you to back off.”
    His lips twitched up but it wasn’t a pleasant expression. “It matters, all right.” He cupped her nape again, massaging it, and sent ripples of sensation down her body instantly. “Do you really want to play the dating game? Neither of us is a teenager.”
    She pushed harder against his chest, but he only lifted one dark eyebrow. Her temper flared up; he was too damn smug. “That doesn’t mean I jump into bed the second a guy snares my attention. That’s also a result of no longer being a teenager. It’s called self-control.”
    â€œBull.” He delivered the word like a whip crack. He threaded his fingers through her hair and closed his fist until she felt the delicate strands pull just enough to send prickles of pain across her scalp. But he somehow managed to keep the pressure perfect, leaving her balanced on the edge of true pain. It fanned the flames of lust again. His smile grew before he leaned toward her and tilted his head so she felt his breath against the side of her neck.
    He is an animal … deadly when he decides to claim what he wants.
    â€œWhat do you really want, baby? Honesty?” His lips grazed the delicate skin of her neck, sending ripples of pleasure down her length. “The honest truth is, you turn me on. My cock got hard the moment I saw you, and you couldn’t keep your eyes off me, either.”
    He lifted his head and released her hair. A second later he stepped back, giving her the space she’d demanded, but no relief showed up. Instead disappointment sliced through her like razor blades.
    â€œSexual arousal isn’t enough—”
    â€œEnough to trust me? If I wanted to rob you, it would be done.” His eyes narrowed. “Same thing goes for rape. The music is loud and you chose a dark corner to take that call in. I’d already have used you and been done if that was how I got my rocks off.”
    His tone was blunt and cutting, his eyes full of confidence in his ability to overpower her. The fact that he was boldly letting her know he was aware she was at his mercy made her tremble. The problem was, she wasn’t afraid of him and she really should have been.
    As in, really, really should have been.
    Foolish …
    He stepped back farther and pulled a pair of riding gloves from his