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down across hers, and he tasted her tentatively. His lips were soft, yet firm, and made her want more. He was being too timid, too gentle. This was not the overzealous persona he’d portrayed when trying to tempt her all those times before. This was not the man who’d texted her earlier, telling her the near-sadistic games he wanted to play with her body.
    She needed hot and hard. He was giving her soft and gentle.
    “I expected—different—from you. Where is all this romantic mumbo jumbo coming from?” She wrapped her arms around his neck as she awaited his response.
    His head lifted away from hers, and she looked up into his gray eyes. She’d never seen them this close before, but in the light of the foyer, his eyes were stunning. Ice-blue flecks glimmered in the silver depths. He was a Greek god reincarnated, beautiful, strong, and completely male.
    And he was playing hard to get. What the hell?
    “Romantic mumbo jumbo? I thought all the ladies liked to have a little romance in their lives? Not you, Kensington?”
    “Nope, not me. I want it hot, hard, and heavy. I’m tired of nice guys. I want a dirty one. Why’d you think I called you of all people?”
    He looked down at her, an unknown emotion wavering across his face. He removed her arms from around his neck and pulled her into the living room. He settled her on the couch before moving to the bar.
    “Want another drink?”
    “Two minutes ago, you were offering me coffee. Now you wanna liquor me up and have your wicked way with me?”
    “I believe that’s already on the table.”
    There was no humor in his tone, and it stilled her for a moment. What had crawled up his ass? He’d chased her; now here she was, offering herself up like the sacrificial lamb, and he had the nerve to get bitchy about it. Had she taken all the fun from his hunt?
    “Yes—it—is. But it is a limited time offer, so act now and don’t delay.”
    He didn’t smile at her sarcasm, just stared at her with an empty glass in hand and a raised eyebrow.
    “Sure, another drink would be just fine.” Her buzz was already starting to wear off, thanks to his inability to play along as promised, and if he didn’t speed up the process, she wouldn’t have the nerve to go through with what she had planned. “Vodka cranberry if you have it.”
    He lifted a bottle of Grey Goose and poured freely. A moment later, he brought her a lightly pinked tumbler of vodka. Her head was so going to hurt in the morning. Hopefully, her body would be as sore from the workout he’d guaranteed.
    She took a long gulp of the liquor and smiled at the burn in her throat. Jace took a seat beside her and began to run his hands through her hair. She closed her eyes to the sensation of his fingers, and he moved slightly so he could rub her scalp. A moan escaped her lips as his fingers worked like magic. The light touch was drugging.
    Another few sips and her drink was almost done. His fingers moved to her neck and then her shoulders. She grew lethargic, the combination of drink, his fingers, and the late hour mixing to bring her to the warm glow of sleepiness.
    Jace dropped a kiss to her exposed shoulder. He pulled her closer and continued to massage her shoulders and arms. In the crook of his arm, she felt warm and safe.
    She yawned, and blackness took over.
    *
    Jace stood beside the bed he’d just deposited his Sleeping Beauty into. Nestled into the comforter, in the middle of his bedroom, is exactly where he wanted her to be, but he wanted her sober and awake, not drunk and asleep.
    When the first texts had come, he’d been excited she had finally contacted him. The long weeks of her ignoring him had been a challenge at first, but after a while, it had worn on him. Tonight, she’d dropped herself right in his lap, ripe for the picking. But then the further the conversation had gone, the more it hadn’t felt right. All he’d worried about was getting her home safe and away from the hundred or so men in the