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as she imagined them, hot and wet, tugging hard, hungry for other parts of her.
    But it was his eyes, deep molten gold, that caught and held her breath. How would they look when he sank into her? Oh, dios mío , she was a wanton girl.
    If she had to describe him in one word she’d use “hazardous.” Blood washed hot through her veins as alarm bells clanged for her to run the other way. But she didn’t. She stood rooted to the floor, not seeing anything but him.
    He stared at her with the confidence of a man who knew what he wanted and would take it. She swallowed hard and glanced behind her, thinking there surely must be another woman he had his sights on. When there was no one but the drunk Romeo behind her, she swallowed harder and turned back to him.
    Every fiber in her body screamed a warning. This man was a predator. Her eyes dropped to his big hands. They were the hands of a fighter. Big, rough. The kind that damaged. His attire added to the edge. He was dressed in black jeans, a white V-neck tee that was just shy of tight and that exposed the tan cords of his thick neck and the hollow at the base of his throat, topped off with a black leather bomber-style jacket.
    When the hand that had grabbed her butt a few minutes ago wrapped around her waist from behind and pulled her back into a sweaty body, Sophia shouted her frustration, her voice diluted beneath the deep bass of the music. Dark and Dangerous strode forward, reached past her, grabbed Romeo with both of those big hands and effortlessly tossed him across the floor.
    When those golden eyes turned back to rest on her, and he held out his hand palm-up to her, she shook like a leaf in a windstorm.
    â€œI won’t hurt you,” he said, his voice so deep and primal that parts of her body that had lain dormant all her life suddenly sprang to life. He grinned, showing a row of white teeth, and she nearly jumped into his arms. The gesture completely changed his face. “Unless you want me to.”
    Sophia’s jaw dropped. Was he talking about—spanking? She might physically be a virgin, but she read. A lot. It was the only thing that got her through those hopeless nights when she realized she would never experience the sweeping love affairs that she read about.
    He wiggled his fingers, indicating that she should take his hand. Breathless, she took a step back. If she took it, she’d want all of him. And with that realization she knew she’d never go home. She knew it as sure as she was standing there. Not that that would be a bad thing, but it would end up bad for them if she ran. Her father would find her, destroy this man and confine her for life.
    Yet she hesitated. Wanting to explore what it was that this dangerous stranger did to her.
    Her reaction to him was fierce. Animal. Dear Lord, her knees were shaking. And she’d never felt more alive than she did at that moment.
    God help her, she so wanted to take his hand. She wanted what he was offering so badly it hurt. He was almost worth the eternal damnation she’d be subjected to.
    She smiled a brazen smile only because she knew, as much as she wanted him to be her one night of living, she would pick someone else. One who would not jeopardize her freedom as she knew it.
    But to take that step, she needed another shot of tequila. Maybe two. Turning from the sexy stranger, Sophia worked her way through the congested dance floor to the equally crowded mirrored bar. Yet dressed as she was, and smiling her secret smile, men moved aside, still hoping to be the one to go home with her tonight.
    Sophia’s smile widened as the realization hit her just how much power a woman had over a man who wanted her. The promise of sex was a powerful lure. The promise of primal, back-scratching, sweaty, uninhibited sex with a healthy, attractive woman could drive a man to drop the world at his woman’s feet. That knowledge was its own kind of aphrodisiac. Sophia’s lips parted