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her fingers but she refused to let him go. She liked the feel of the muscles in his arms. Jackson’s unique fragrance invaded her senses, her own body responding with a will of its own. She pressed closer to him wanting to be as close as possible to this amazing specimen of a man who made her feel safe in his arms.
    "You’re playing with fire," he warned.
    "And you’re not?"
    Jackson tensed beneath Raven’s arms and she ran her fingers up and down, taking him in.
    She traced his tattoo with her finger. "What does it mean?"
    "It’s the zodiac sign for Capricorn."
    "You’re a Capricorn?"
    "No, Harley is."
    Raven felt warm and fuzzy. They must be a couple otherwise why would he have a tattoo of Harley’s zodiac symbol? Would a man ever do something so incredibly sweet for her? "I don’t mean to play with fire."
    She really didn’t. She wasn’t into destroying relationships and she could tell Harley and Jackson had one of those deep, meaningful relationship that should never be broken. Her aim was to stay in Clifford Arbor, not make a spectacle of herself. Love could truly exist out there. She was looking in the wrong places, that was all.
    "I like your fire." Jackson’s voice was husky against her ear, tickling her curls.
    Her body on fire, her zone for pleasure was her neck and his breath caressing such a sweet spot almost made her go to her knees and beg him to take her home to find out what else he could do with her other pleasure zones.
    "Aren’t you with Harley?" It was the only sensible thought she allowed herself to think.
    "You don’t want me?"
    Raven noticed he evaded the answer and tensed.
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    Jackson instantly released her the moment she tensed. He didn’t do unwilling women and he’d never hurt a woman. Damn it! If he couldn’t find the will to hurt a lying, manipulative bitch like Patricia, he was never going to risk hurting Raven. Especially when she smelled so delightful. Harley was right. They’d found their woman. The possessive nature he felt overwhelmed him. The desire to pick her up, take her home and keep her there, loving, fucking and having babies, was incredibly strong. Being in her company he could already sense how genuine this woman was. Her innocence, her love. Insane. It should be insane but it felt so right. The assurance was scarier than anything he’d ever felt before.
    This was more than a chemical attraction. This was fate, destiny, whichever word you wanted to use to paint the picture. This was it.
    It came as no surprise she was concerned about Harley. If only she knew how much Harley would love to see this. The horny bastard would be getting off on it.
    Thinking about Harley sent Jackson’s cock into overdrive. She would look amazing between them. He wondered if she had large nipples or small, red or pink in color. Did she have dimples above the curve of her ass? Did she wax? The images kept on coming making the bulge in his jeans tighten. He wanted to reach down and adjust himself but he didn’t want to appear vulgar in front of her. What she thought of him really bothered him. He never usually cared for a woman’s opinion. Why now?
    Jackson brought his palm up to cup her cheek, gently stroking, loving the smoothness of her skin and watched her eyes widen. She didn’t pull away. Instead Raven gazed at him watching, waiting. His hand moved down and rested on her neck and he could feel the rapid beat of her pulse. The flush of arousal moved up her chest and neck giving her a glowing radiance. Giving him a signal that her body was his and he could demand anything from her.
    "I don’t know you very well," Raven’s voice invaded his thoughts, stopping his hand from moving down her body to the delightful swell of her breast. He pressed his head against hers relishing her smell. He brought his other hand up so both hands delicately cupped her face.
    He gazed into her eyes, holding her in place as feelings of nervousness and that other emotion he knew so well, desire,