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dream.
    The silence stretched out, punctuated only by their soughing breaths, until he finally took a step forward. His brain justified moving closer to her as an intimidation tactic, but his cock knew better. He just wanted to be near her. Wanted to watch the soft flush bloom across her fair complexion. Wanted that warm honey scent of her skin in his head. She blinked up at him, pulling that full lower lip through her small white teeth, and his patience snapped. "How the hell did you find me?"
    "I asked around." He struggled to focus on her words and not the husky sound of her voice that seemed to roll down his spine, or the sleep-rumpled look on her freshly washed face--but it was impossible. "A teenager down at the gas station told me you were staying here while you finish your house."
    He ripped his gaze away from the curve of her mouth to glare into those big brown eyes, hazy and soft beneath the glowing moonlight. "Parker needs to learn to keep his mouth shut," he muttered in a quiet rasp.
    Her mouth twisted. "I think he thought I was in trouble, so please don't be angry with him."
    His eyes narrowed. "Why?"
    She blinked, startled by his tone. "What?"
    "Why did he think you were in trouble?"
    "Oh." Her gaze slid away from his, focusing on his chest, which was bare. He watched, seeing the moment when she realized where she was staring...and the heat crept back up across that flawless skin. But she didn't look away, and the heat spread into her eyes, the smoldering burn there slamming down into his already aching erection, making him wince. He wanted to rearrange himself, but didn't want to draw that luminous gaze any lower. That'd be too much.
    "Molly!" he snapped, the harshness of his tone making her jump. He snagged that startled gaze as it flew up and growled, "Why did Parker think you were in trouble?"
    "Oh, sorry," she mumbled. This time she didn't look away from his face, keeping her eyes above his broad shoulders, and he almost grinned. "I was...um, upset, when I talked to him a little while ago. But I'm okay now."
    "Upset how?" he demanded, grabbing her chin. He tilted her face into the soft stream of light barely reaching them from the streetlight down on the corner, and could see the sticky trail of tears that had dried on her skin. "You were crying," he said in an odd monotone. "Did someone hurt you?"

    "No," she whispered, shaking her head, the soft, silken ends of her hair brushing against his wrist. "I was just...emotional. But I'm not hurt."
    He curved his hand around the back of her skull, and made a fist in her hair, pulling her head back so that he could stare down into those deep brown eyes. Her hair was soft, so damn soft.
    He just wanted to rub his face in it. Feel it on his skin, on his body. Wanted it wrapped around his fist as he made her do things good girls like her never did; which was why he always steered clear of them. He'd realized long ago that he couldn't do the pretty when it came to sex. His urges ran too dark, too raw, too primitive for the likes of soft women. Hell, just look at the sick stuff he'd been fantasizing about in his sleep!
    She claimed she wasn't hurt, but he refused to think about how he'd been...hurting her in his dream. Fucking her to within an inch of her life on the hard forest floor, sinking his goddamn teeth into the fragile column of her throat.
    Drinking her blood.
    Hunger clawed at his insides with vicious insistence while he slowly looked her over, feature by feature, and he knew the time for retreat when it came. "If nothing's wrong, then why the hell are you here?" he grated.
    She trembled, and he didn't know if it was from his look or the harsh sound of his voice. "I'm sorry for barging in on you, but I wanted to...to check on you. I was...worried."
    She'd been worried about him? Something scary and soft shivered through his insides at her strange words, and he let go of her, refusing to acknowledge the pleasure he got out of just touching her, feeling her