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him.
    Black shirt straining against a muscular chest, faded jeans that hugged him to perfection, and thick black hair that made her fingers itch, he inspired urges to climb onto his body and rub against the dark stubble on his chiseled face.
    Daisy all but purred. Too bad he couldn’t hear it unless she let him in psychically. She would. Just not yet. First, she wanted some fun. She deserved it. After all these years of him in her head, he owed her.
    Big-time.
    Her gaze dropped to his straining zipper. And goodie, goodie, he could bring on the big.
    She licked her lips. His entire body shuddered.
    Somewhere deep inside, she recognized that her banshee self, the one with rampant urges and emotions, was in control, but she didn’t pull it back in. The calm part inside her warned to take it easy on him. Even though she’d never seen Sean before, he wasn’t a stranger, a quick lay. That was all she ever wanted, the quick lay. She didn’t need or want a man to stick around. But Sean would stick around. He wasn’t an option for a fling. He was off-limits.
    He was so damn hot.
    The lust built, licked at her skin, coated her with its thick allure. Her breasts grew heavy and her pussy grew wet, aching.
    Her hesitation decided the matter. He scrambled off the floor before she could straddle the promising and impressive bulge in his jeans.
    Her fingers clenched, and she dropped the traitorous hand that’d reached for him. He despised her touch—that had to be why he scrambled away before she could stroke his silky chin-length black hair. Stopping at the door, he gripped the frame as if he wanted to run, but made himself stay to face her.
    She pressed a fist into her stomach and shook with the effort to calm the rising heat, burning to take what she wanted before it turned into bitter rage. The battle inside slanted, the anger winning.
    She’d not be denied.
    The small changing area filled with their harsh breathing. When he didn’t bolt out the door, she let him into her mind. Desperate to keep him here, she gave him the barest taste of what he wanted—the lure to get all she craved. The brick wall in her mind dissolved and she broadcast her wants. Her needs. How she wanted to pin him to the floor and climb onto him. Let him feel the throbbing in her pussy, the ache of her nipples rubbing against her dress and the burn of her lips wanting to taste his.
    He closed his eyes and a blissful expression relaxed his sharp features. She nearly combusted on the spot.
    “You can hear me.” Out of habit, she modulated her voice so she wouldn’t let loose her wail, but he didn’t need the precaution. He was perfect for her, deaf to her aural abilities.
    As he would point out, perfect not as a lover, but as a handler. No more. He wouldn’t be more. She couldn’t have more. Her powers kept her solitary. Alone. She liked it that way.
    Yes . He opened his dark-brown eyes and stared into her, straight through her soul all the way to her toes. The damn man made her feet tingle.
    The tightness across her chest and the tug in her belly was new. Unwanted. Something she dared not explore. She trusted lust. Nothing else. Her rage brought death and destruction. Her sadness brought death and destruction. Her fear, the same. Love? She might set off the apocalypse. She didn’t do love.
    Daisy laughed. It filled the room. A soft wind blew around them, flapping at the bottom of her dress and flirting with the tips of Sean’s hair.
    I can hear you, but I won’t pry into your personal thoughts. I promise.
    “You haven’t before, but I think you know what I want.” She stepped toward him. “You don’t have to read my mind to see my need.”
    Though he frowned fiercely enough to warn her off, he stood his ground when she brushed against his chest, hard and radiating heat. His clean scent teased her, beckoning her to do something dirty. Her nipples tightening to painful attention, she moaned with the exquisite contact. She needed relief. She