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Grayce. I hope it’s okay I’m calling you.” Shit. Zander.
    “Um, yes. It’s okay. How are you?” Embarrassed by the tremble of her voice, she stumbled to find words. What does one say to an uber-sexy superhero, anyway?
    His voice, deep, throaty and silky smooth, could probably melt the polar ice caps. “I’m sorry I left last night. It was my responsibility to get you home safe.” He paused to clear his throat. “Can I see you today?”
    Whoa, wait a minute cowboy, what? See me? Giddiness crept up her spine and took root in her brain. Grayce didn’t do giddy. “Me? Why?”
    A deep chuckle oozed its way through the phone into her ear, warming her down to her toes. “I would like to see you.”
    No. “Um, okay?”
    He let out a loud sigh of relief. “See you in a sec.”
    In a sec? No, not happening. Before she was able to formulate an escape plan, the doorbell rang. A quick peek in the mirror made her wish she’d showered, or at least brushed her hair. Not a pretty sight. Well, if he didn’t like the view, tough shit. At least her teeth were brushed.
    Of course, Zander looked glorious standing in her doorway. If he’d arrived sporting a halo and backed by a choir of angels, she wouldn’t have blinked twice. Damn, he was radiant.
    To enter, he had to duck and turn sideways because he was so—massive.
    “Hi.” A whisper was all she could manage.
    “I need to know something.” The man exuded sex and power. Confidence, also. Something Grayce had always longed for.
    “What?” Awestricken, Grayce unconsciously took a step back from the mountain of masculinity invading her personal space. Dressed in military style cargo pants and a clingy black t-shirt, he could’ve jumped out of a kick-ass, shoot ‘em up video game, larger than humanly possible and able to survive even a nuclear attack. Fierce. Deadly. Determined.
    With the tap of his heel, the door slammed behind him. His gaze penetrated with such intensity, she froze, captured and completely at his mercy. A heat spread over her cheeks. God, the way he stared, studied, invaded. She hoped like hell he couldn’t read her mind.
    With no warning, she was trapped, arms pinned to her sides, engulfed in his embrace. Surrounded by warm, hard male, Grayce couldn’t move, breathe or think. Without asking permission, he lowered his head and kissed her. No easing into it, just a full blown, toe curling, tongue swirling kiss.
    Much to her dismay, she let him continue.
    There was no pulling away, no revulsion, or escaping to her dark place. Instead, every ounce of her turned to soft mushy goo in his arms. And there it was again—the adrenaline jolt, liquid electricity that jetted through her veins, churned in her abdomen and warmed her from the inside out.
    Blood pumped from her most guarded organ, rushed to her neglected private parts and beat heavy in her ears. A trail of heat followed in the wake of his hands as they slid down her waist and cupped her ass. In one swift move, she was lifted, spun, then pinned to the door with her legs wrapped around his waist. It all happened so fast. He kissed with fervent need. She’d never been kissed like that. Never believed it possible. He took her with carnal hunger, like he was dying of thirst and she was his first drink.
    Unaccustomed to being ravished and uncertain of the proper etiquette in the situation, Grayce could do nothing but grab his shoulders and hold on for the ride. As his hips rolled against her with a subtle rock, a hard erection pressed into the sensitive tissue between her legs, triggering unbidden ripples of pleasure. Oh shit, he wanted sex.
    Reality smacked her like a two-by-four between the eyes, or the legs rather, and the electricity fizzled. No. She so wasn’t going there. This wasn’t one of her fucked up fantasies. She placed her hands on his chest and tried to push herself from his grip with no effect whatsoever.
    “Stop.” Grayce mumbled through the sweet tortured assault on her mouth.