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she’d have backed up if his massive arms hadn’t instantly wound around her. But no sooner had he tugged her to him than he forced her back and their mouths separated with a quiet smack. His hands flew to her face as he pressed his forehead to hers and she gasped for air.
    “ You ,” Mac breathed, his chest heaving, “make me crazy .”
    His mouth captured hers again before she could reply. Not that she would have. Her mind reeled as the hungry urgency in him translated into a vicious twist of his lips on hers. His arms around her again, he kissed her deeply, forcing her head back, squeezing her tight. She couldn’t breathe, could barely respond, when suddenly he pulled back again.
    One arm around her waist and a hand at the nape of her neck, he leaned into her, both of them breathing hard.
    “Don’t,” he whispered hoarsely, “do that again.”
    She only had a moment to gasp as his mouth covered hers again, his head tilting one way and then the other. His tongue lashed hers and then pinned it down and then thrashed against it. He was wild, on fire, and she couldn’t keep up, could barely manage to cling to him as he leaned her further back. He pulled her tighter to him, the hard muscles of his chest pressing into her, his lungs sucking the air from hers. Only his hand behind her head kept it from tilting back. Only his arm kept her from falling. His mouth separated from hers with a loud smacking sound and his fingers dug into her hair.
    “ Promise ,” he ground out through clenched teeth. “Promise you won’t do that again.”
    His blue-green eyes drilled into hers as their chests heaved together. His skin was flushed, his eyes fevered, and, to Isabelle’s shock, his face was pained .
    Oh my god. I hurt him?
    New tears sprang into her eyes.
    Of all the things in the world…
    “I pro–”
    Mac’s mouth cut off any more words.

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    Isabelle’s muffled voice trailed off in his mouth as he gave into the madness that swept through him. He devoured her, capturing her swollen lips, salty with tears.  
    He inhaled deeply but then he stopped.  
    He smelled Geoffrey .
    As he quickly drew back, his upper lip curled in a snarl of disgust.
    Isabelle’s eyes fluttered open as he jerked her into a standing position. Without a word, he tugged her toward the bathroom. He flipped on the light, opened the shower door, and quickly spun the central dial. Water gushed down over the arm of his suit.
    Whether Isabelle understood or not, he didn’t know, but she didn’t protest. And he wasn’t about to stop. Quickly, he stripped her, his movements ungentle as she swayed with the tugging of the fabric. Though his arousal swelled at the sight of her, he didn’t pause. Not even her naked body could stop him. He drew her past him, into the steamy shower, and watched her adjust the dial as he yanked off his tie and peeled off the rest of his clothes. He kicked her dress into a pile in the corner and threw his clothes to the floor in front of him. By the time he got into the shower and closed the door, she was rinsing shampoo from her hair.
    Water poured down the front of her, gleaming streams that streaked her smooth, olive skin and ran in rivulets from the tips of her breasts. Though he never took his eyes from her, he automatically reached for the soap. He lathered it up between his hands and started at her shoulders.
    Isabelle gasped and jerked at his touch. But he caught her around the waist as she stepped out of the water and opened her eyes, sputtering a little.
    “ Mac ,” she gasped.
    But he ignored her, rubbing the soap up her neck, across her shoulder, and down her arm. She swayed with his movements but steadied herself with a fist on the tile to her left. He worked the soap across her collar bones and then down her breasts. She inhaled sharply through her nose and though Mac knew how incredibly sensitive she was, he couldn’t stop. He had to finish this. He needed that smell gone. With swirling