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emotion. I saw self-loathing, disgust, regret, hate
and lust… The combination was such a muddled mess.
    “Your eyes,” he murmured in a voice not much over a whisper.
    I shook my head. Lord only knew what emotions he saw when
looking into my eyes. I’d bitten him. I’d had sex and who knew what else with
him. I didn’t want his analysis. He reached out to me. I sprang away so fast my
feet were on the ground before the sheet could fall to the bed. I stumbled. The
back of my knees hit another bed behind me.
    “Don’t touch me,” I hissed.
    I regretted the words as soon as I spoke them, but I wouldn’t
take them back. Micah cringed, curled inside himself like I’d slapped him
across the face. The self-loathing won the raging battle in his eyes. The orbs
looked very green and when they started to glow, I knew it was a trick of the
damned pink light. It took everything I had not to look away.
    If I’d thought it out better, I might have taken the sheet
with me when I jumped away from him. I stood completely naked. Not just
no-clothes naked, but bare-to-the-very-inside naked. Micah might be accustomed
to waking up nude with someone but I wasn’t. Julian had been my one and only
lover.
    The fury inside Micah manifested and it was a familiar
weight pressing into me. Heavier than lead. More potent than fire. His anger
warmed me. He looked away from my eyes and very deliberately drank me in from
my tangled hair to my chipped, black-polished toenails. I fought not to squirm.
Similar to the design radiating from his hip, delicate crimson lines curled
around the slender muscle of my right bicep and shoulder. The design flowed
over my collarbone and spread down over my right breast. His-and-hers tattoos.
Just fucking wonderful.
    “What did we do?” His voice was strangled.
    I shook my head, shifted from one foot to the other. Micah
narrowed his eyes. Something other than the marks on my arm and breast caught
his attention and caused him to go still. My heart skipped the same beat his
did. I didn’t seem to have a choice in the matter. Micah crawled across the bed
to me. What the hell? Damned if I could move away from him.
    He stared at my thigh. I looked down and focused on the bite
there. A few inches from my sex was a perfect purple imprint of teeth. Micah’s
teeth. The blood-filled mark was startling against my pale skin. Just as
startling as the deep-red branding lines on our bodies.
    Now that I saw the wound, it hurt. His gaze, the instant
hunger in his eyes, made it throb. He brought life to it.
    Voices from outside of our room broke me from my fog. A door
slammed shut nearby and the windows lining the front of our room rattled. My
heart skipped a beat. The noise, the way the windows vibrated struck something
deep inside my mind.
    I looked up and met Micah’s gaze as everything hit me.
     
    Micah slammed the rickety hotel door closed the second we
crossed the threshold in a tangle of limbs and mouths. I barely heard the
rattling of the cheaply fitted windows over our thundering hearts. He spun us and
pressed me against the wall.
    Fire consumed me and my skin burned with desire. My
breasts felt swollen and heavy. The hot, slick flesh between my legs throbbed. Micah
grabbed my ass, and as he lifted, the tight nubs of my nipples scraped against
his hard chest through our layers of clothing. Pleasure shot straight to my
clit. I wrapped my legs around his waist and rubbed my aching pussy against the
bulge in his Levi’s.
    “You’re so fucking hot.” Hands buried in my hair, he
trailed his lips up my throat, nipped my chin and found my mouth.
    Our lips fused. Tongues tangled. Clumsy and eager, we
pushed at each other’s clothing in a desperate rush to get undressed as quickly
as possible. My jacket hit the ground. His followed. I peeled his shirt over
his head and threw it.
    Jesus, he was perfect. I ran my hands over the hard curve
of his shoulder, down to the tight muscles on his arms. His skin was smooth,
warm and