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it’s fine for the McDonald boys to go chasing bad guys day and night, but little Darcy? Shut your gob! They say it’s dangerous, that I’m crazy to keep doing it. The thing is, they’ve never felt the adrenaline rush from a takedown. They’ve never felt the power surge through their veins when they realize that with just a flash of tits and the bat of an eyelash you can take a man captive. Add the presence of Donovan Collins to that heady mix and it’s more explosive than an Irish wedding.
     
    Damn man, I thought, as I licked the salt off my margarita glass, dragging my tongue along slowly. I got myself all hot and bothered getting ready to see him and he didn’t even have the decency to show. I shifted on my barstool and felt my satin panties rubbing against my newly shaved pussy. The feeling was so intense and unexpected that I caught my breath in a gasp. The bartender looked up at the sound and asked, “You okay? You look a little flushed.”
     
    If he only knew, I thought, and I smiled at him. “I’m fine. Just had a chill. I was out in the sun all day and now the temperature change is getting to me.”
     
    “I could try to warm you up, Pet.” Someone breathed into my ear. “But from where I’m standing, you look hot enough.”
     
    I startled at his voice and then I was awash in sensation—his breath on my ear, the heat of him behind me, the salt in my mouth, the friction of fabric against my sensitive nipples—but mostly I was overwhelmed by the rush in my ears and as it grew louder the rush became a voice pleading, “please… please… please !”
     
    Donovan’s eyes glittered in the half-light and he leaned in to kiss me softly. His lips were velvet and he licked the trace of salt from my lips, and when he pulled back, it left me breathless and devastated and aching for more. The feeling was fast and hot as always—hotter because I wasn’t fighting it—and as I leaned into him drawn by his magnetism he whispered, “Oh definitely hot enough.”
     
    I tried to work some moisture into my now dry mouth. “Where were you…?” I cleared my throat. “I mean, I didn’t think you were here. Jasper said you called him and said plans changed.” As hard as I tried, I couldn’t help that I sounded disappointed.
     
    “Plans did change, Pet,” he said softly. “The minute I saw you walk out of your apartment building, my plans changed.” He threw some money on the counter for my drink and pulled me off my stool. “You walked out looking like sex on legs and I knew I’d be no help. I couldn’t keep my eyes on the target. You were all I could see—all I could think about—and now you’re all that I want.” He paused. “I always get what I want, Pet.” His voice dropped as he breathed the last part into my ear and I shivered at the iron behind its softness. This was a man no one crossed. Donovan was a force of nature. He had the brute finesse of a predator and tonight, at least, I was his prey.
     
    He steered me towards the bank of elevators with his hand in the small of my back, his rough fingers gentle on my bare skin. He was rubbing little circles along my spine, hypnotizing me. When the doors opened, the chime jerked me back into focus.
     
    “Where are we going, Donovan?” I asked, half expecting him to take me home. The other half just wanted him to take me. I was overwhelmed by his presence. My pulse was racing and my knees were weak. I didn’t think I could stand it if he just left me tonight.
     
    Donovan almost whispered, “Trust me, Pet,” and I couldn’t help but wonder: do you trust the fire not to consume you just because it whispers sweetly?
     
    The elevator was very quiet on its upward journey, but it had nothing on Donovan. He was silent—the conscious silence that takes immeasurable control to master. He stood behind me lightly caressing my bare arms, sending shivers in all directions. My nipples were straining against the halter of my dress, the friction