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misunderstood him. Maybe he’d told the others to
leave to buy some time while Luke figured out a way to get them out
of here. Maybe…
    “Claire,” he began again.
    The deep baritone of his voice thundered in
her head, snapping something inside her. Her skin felt tight, her
body restless and buzzing with adrenaline. She wanted something,
but she didn’t know what. But she knew who.
    “Look at me. Now.” His voice was low and
firm. It brooked no disobedience. Part of her bristled, while the
other part melted. Slowly, she turned to face him.
    What she saw made her gasp and tremble.
    His cheeks were flushed and his eyelids
heavy. He didn’t look disgusted or overly concerned with
explanations or escape plans. Instead, he was looking at her as if
he wanted to devour her whole, spit her out, then start all over
again. And again and again and again. An ache throbbed in her core,
and she automatically squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to
ease it. His gaze flickered down, indicating he hadn’t missed the
slight movement. Slowly, he walked toward her, dark intent gleaming
in his eyes.
    She held herself as still as possible,
feeling a bit like a mouse being stalked by a lion, but she was a
mouse that wasn’t running or scared of her fate. No, she wanted to be eaten. Licked. Bitten and plundered and sucked
and…
    His lips touched hers, soft and feathery
light. The contrast to the dominance she’d been expecting made her
muscles tense even further. Then, with a soft moan, she melted
against him in a boneless shudder of need, knowing that the taste
of him was still on her tongue, something that didn’t seem to
bother him. Instantly, his mouth opened, and he kissed her with a
firm, suctioning pressure, moving to change angles every few
seconds without once breaking contact with her. And his
tongue…Lord, his tongue…he maneuvered it with such agility,
flicking at the seam of her lips before plunging inside her mouth
to rub sinuously against her own, strong and wet and outrageously
wonderful.
    Too soon, he pulled away. When she tried to
follow, he shook his head and pressed his palms against her
shoulders to hold her back. For a crazy second, she fought against
his greater strength, her sole focus to get him to kiss her again.
He laughed, the sound so cocky and self-assured that it
automatically made her freeze.
    He was laughing at her. Amused by her
neediness and wanton behavior. How could he —
    “Stop it,” he snapped, making her confused
gaze jump to his. “Embarrassment is the last thing I want you to
feel. I love how you want me. How you want more. Believe me, I do,
too. But we need to settle a few things between us first,
Claire.”
    Automatically, she resisted that idea. She
didn’t want to talk things out. Better that they just act. Be
carried away by their passion. She shook her head, silently
pleading with him to kiss her again.
    “Yes,” he insisted. “Because I want to kiss
you. Hell, I want to fuck you, Claire. But I need to make very,
very sure that’s exactly what you want, too. Not because you’re
scared. Not because you think that’s the way to save my cover and
do the right thing. But because you want my dick between your
thighs and my mouth on your sweet pussy and my fingers up your ass
—”
    “Stop,” she said, covering his mouth with
her fingers. Her hand shook even before he tossed his chin and
sucked her fingers into his mouth, caressing them with the slippery
glide of his lips and tongue, then using his teeth to nibble at
her.
    She moaned again, the sound reminiscent of
someone on the verge of losing her sanity. That’s how she felt.
Like she was going crazy. She’d welcome the madness with open arms
if only he would do all the things he’d just described. As he
continued to suck on her fingers, his gaze bore into her,
expectant. Questioning.
    Yes. Yes, yes, yes. The mental chant started
soft, then grew louder, until she couldn’t ignore it anymore.
Swallowing hard, she