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Almost as if there
was a longstanding familiarity between them. An affinity so rare
he’d never found previously in his endless life.
    When he reached the bed, he sat and tugged
her between his legs, then he fell backward onto the mattress,
taking her with him. As her body flowed over him, then melted into
him, Raze closed his eyes and sighed, releasing the abnormal
agitation that had been riding him hard. Her hair slid over his
skin and her mouth brushed over his parted lips. His entire body
was hyperaware of her, every nerve ending tingling in anticipation
of her touch.
    I was wrong , he thought. Not hard and
fast. Not with her. Slow and deep. Decadent. He could give her that
after all.
    Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled her
beneath him and gave her what they both needed.
     
    * * *
     
    Kim wiped her mouth with a napkin. “You’ve
seriously never seen this movie before?”
    Raze lay on his side with his head in hand,
his gaze moving from the television to where she sat cross-legged
on the bed beside him, drowning in his shirt. “Never even heard of
it.”
    “Wow. I love this movie.” She stabbed
another piece of impossibly tender steak with her fork and lifted
it to her mouth, her attention only partially on The Ghost and
the Darkness . The naked man sprawled across the bed next to her
was much more fun to look at. “Patterson went to Africa with a
dream and a plan. And then he had to fight to hang on to it. I just
love that. Do you like it?”
    “I like watching it with you.” He smiled and
ran a fingertip down the side of her thigh. “I like watching you
eat, too.”
    “I don’t know what’s the matter with me. I
don’t usually get hungry after sex, but I’m freakin’ starving now.”
Of course, it wasn’t usual for her to have sex for nearly three
hours nonstop either. She was pretty sure that if her damn stomach
hadn’t growled, he’d still be inside her now. The thought made
goose bumps sweep over her skin.
    “Are you cold?” he asked, displaying that
amazing perception she’d appreciated all night. It was the nail in
her coffin, she knew. There wasn’t a woman alive who could resist a
man who paid attention to her, who made her feel like she was the
only other person in his world.
    “No.” She pushed aside the longing that kept
reminding her it was there, just under the surface, waiting for her
to acknowledge it. “I’m feeling piggy eating while you’re not.”
    “Don’t. I’ll get something when I need it.”
He squeezed her gently, then let go. “And you’ll need the
energy.”
    Invigorated by the promise of more
mind-blowing sex, Kim ate faster. Raze turned his oddly beautiful
gaze back to the television, and she let her mind sift through the
impossibilities of the evening.
    Christ, he was beautiful. It was stunning
how gorgeous he was. His features were heartrendingly perfect, from
the bold slash of his brows to the strong line of his jaw. His eyes
were compelling, the irises lit like amber in candlelight. His lips
were sinful, not just in their sensual shape but also with what
they could do to the female body. His nose was elegant and his
cheekbones a work of art. Everything about him was divine. Like
a fallen angel , she mused fancifully—blessed with looks that
drove every rational thought from a woman’s head and totally wicked
enough to take advantage of that gift.
    She almost sighed like a smitten
teenager.
    And the best part was that the miracle of
him was more than skin deep. Despite his devastating
attractiveness, she was as comfortable hanging out with Raze as she
was with any of her friends. There was no awkwardness, no wariness,
nothing to ruin the easy companionship between them. It was in her
nature to be cautious. Not only was that trait necessary for the
painstaking work she did, but it was also how she’d been raised by
a family of cops. You could never look close enough, dig deep
enough, or be careful enough.
    But Kim could accept that some people