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first day of meeting someone.”
    “ So you kiss people you can't trust?”
    “ I think I can trust you with my body, but there's no way you're getting more than that today.”
    His lips quirk, “Are you coming onto me?”
    How does he do that? He manages to turn things around on me constantly.
    “ What if I am?”
    Take that!
    “You're like a wildflower in the desert – unexpected .”
    I don't know how to answer that, so look at his hand, covering mine, it's sending a heat wave through me.
    “How about ecstasy?”
    Darting my focus back on his face, his expression is veiled, conveying he's dead serious.
    “I don't do drugs.”
    “ Yes, you do,” he says, sitting up, his face an inch from mine.
    Hot breath laced with chili and tequila slips into my nostrils, right down to my lace underwear.
    “No, I don't,” I whisper back, against his smooth sexy mouth.
    He hardly moves, a hand catching the back of my head, his tongue in my mouth, his eyes too close to focus. The restrained strength in his arm is as exciting as it is intimidating.
    It's magma hot, flowing through me, setting everything aflame, even my eyeballs. Like I've been sitting too close to the fire.
    Being moved, I'm reclining back, he's covering me, and we're going down on the black leather. I'm immediately so horny - I can't handle the pressure sinking onto me.
    Breaking contact, he looks into my eyes, his irises back to caramel tenderness.
    “ You can't say no to ecstasy. This is one drug we all do.”
    Barely able to breathe, I'm trying to suck air in through parted lips, but he's tapped my tender underside. It's bittersweet. I feel both emotional, and resistant. Hot and cold. Hard and soft.
    My hipbone is digging into his; he's one solid wall of muscle, and it's scary. This is like skydiving. You could end up broken after the adrenaline wears off and you hit the ground.
    Bracing himself with a hand next to my head, he smothers me again, his mouth is greedy, his other hand mapping the contours from my jeans to my neck, giving me a harsh ache of hot desire.
    Catching his windswept scent; it's wild and untamed. He manages to communicate, through his kiss, that he's not good at waiting, dancing takes too long, he's being blunt.
    Pushing back, I dare to skim my hands down his wide back, giddy when it makes him bite my lip.
    He's so close I hear him swallow, speaking against my throat when his lips move there, “If you want to back out, speak up now.”
    Rebellious, enjoying breaking ladylike rules of engagement, I answer by pressing down on his firm glutes.
    A growl buffers my ear, “You have a date with destiny. Behind that black curtain.”
    It happens so fast, swept up in an iron grip, he hoists me into his arms, crossing the den in seven strides, snatching back the curtain; dumping me onto a bed. It's peripheral it happens so fast.
    And then he's on me, pushing me into comforting folds, pressing hard against me, his knee between mine, lifting my shirt, devouring my mouth.

 
    Chapter 5
     
     
    Blindfolded with the way he's pulled my shirt up, shock sends a sharp reflex through me when his mouth closes over a nipple. Imprisoned inside sleeves and shirt, he keeps pushing them up, so he can see my eyes. Now I'm rightly stuck, trying to push my shirt off with my arms, above my head, but he just leans on both wrists in a hand, watching me with a wicked chuckle.
    “Not so fast, ohpitsa.”
    His smile is feral, lowering his head back to my lips. The raw power in his kiss saps me.
    Surrendering against the impossible odds, I mumble when he withdraws, “Ohpitsa?”
    “ I suppose you'd rather I call you, sugar?”
    “ Sugar is sweet, but ohpitsa sounds like you're putting a spell on me.”
    He leans in, his breath coming in laughing gusts; it's hot, like mirage on rock.
    “It means sweetheart.”
    “ It does?”
    “ We're in Apache country sugar, ohpitsa is Apache for sweetheart.”
    “ Oh,” is swallowed inside his mouth, while his hands wrap my