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any other man that touches her.
    The thought came out of nowhere. Owen wasn’t usually possessive. Not about Lars, and certainly not about some random chick he’d just met. Still, this irresistible attraction seemed to exist outside the parameters of normal. It simply was.
    “Are you in a relationship?” he asked abruptly. Nice going, asshole, real smooth.
    Two tiny lines appeared between her sweeping dark eyebrows. “Not really, no.”
    He cocked his head, fighting the urge to demand an explanation.
    “What I meant to say is that I was seeing someone months ago. Then he just stopped calling, you know?” She pressed both palms to her cheeks. “I’m babbling. Sorry! You’re just… This is so…”
    He wanted her to finish her sentence. Mostly because he wanted to know what the hell she thought this was. Owen shut his eyes to tap into the energy coursing wildly through his veins. He slowed his rapid breathing and listened for his inner voice, the guide that had been with him all his life.
    “Owen?”
    She moved closer. He could smell her. Something powerful unfurled in his belly. It burgeoned into a stronger intuition and embedded itself into his soul. It swept away all of his constraints and the carefully constructed cage where he locked up his emotions. He didn’t understand what had happened, but he knew what he wanted.
    Her warm palm settled hesitantly against his cheek. “I feel it too, Owen.”
    He took her hand before she could move away and break the spell. Drawing her close, he opened his eyes and gazed at the woman in his arms. “I want you, Mattie.”
    Her pupils dilated until there was only a thin ring of blue gray around the iris. She didn’t answer, but she flung both arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth.
    The taste of her nearly blew him away. She was sweet and wild like a summer storm on the bay. He drank her in, moving his lips against hers until she parted to welcome him in.
    She was hesitant at first, rubbing her tongue along his. That didn’t last long. With a soft feminine growl, she became the aggressor, and Owen was swept away.
    Her nails scored his scalp as she hungrily devoured his mouth. His body responded in kind, and Owen felt his desire spinning out of control. He tried to back off, to slow down, but she wasn’t having it. She nipped his tongue before biting his lower lip.
    Frenzied lust unleashed something rough and untamed in Owen. He seized control and pushed her back against her kitchen cabinets. China rattled as he plundered her mouth. His lips left hers, and he tilted her head to gain access to her neck.
    He shoved her blouse up to bare her torso. His hands memorized the svelte curves of her lower back before skimming up her ribs and pulling her top off. Her breasts fit his hands perfectly. The firm mounds were warm beneath his lips as he kissed each one.
    She grabbed his head and writhed against his mouth. The pain of her nails scoring his scalp drove him on. He licked one pink nipple, and then set his teeth to the taut bud. She arched her back and cried out. He sucked hard on the pebbled flesh, rolling its twin between the fingers.
    “Owen, please…” She was panting and yanking fistfuls of his hair as though she’d rip it out.
    He focused on her other breast, licking until she was moaning incoherently. Her hips stirred restlessly, and he wedged his right knee between her legs to hold her still. When she began rubbing her crotch against his thigh, Owen nearly lost control.
    She bit his earlobe. “Stop teasing and fuck me, Owen. I need it.”
    Her hands fumbled at his waistband. He hissed when she made contact with his erect cock. Focusing on Mattie had pushed the throbbing in his groin to the background. Now it reemerged full force.
    It took her only a second to unfasten his jeans and shove them down enough to gain access. He wasn’t wearing underwear. He never did. Her hot little hands closed around his shaft, and Owen thrust reflexively into her