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floor.
    “Meet me out there later.” She wanted to get lost in the crowd and slip out. She’d grab her purse and bail, get a taxi to the theatre so she could pick up her car and head home.
    She was out of her element, she realized as she took a roundabout way to get to the dance floor, pushing through the clusters of people that lingered and watched the dancers. She walked along the edge of the floor, hoping Austin would go straight into the crowd so she could lose him.
    Oh, she was being rotten but she couldn’t help herself. It was down to self-preservation now.
    “There you are.” Long fingers curled around her upper arm and turned her around. Austin appeared troubled, confused, and he pushed her so her back was against the wall. “What are you doing?”
    “I, uh, I need to go.” She looked away from him, stared unseeingly at the front entrance of the club, but he gripped her chin with two fingers, forcing her to look back at him.
    “Why are you running away from me? What did I do?”
    “You did nothing, I swear. I’m just tired.” She tried to smile, knew it probably didn’t look real but she just couldn’t make any more effort. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
    “Michaela.” He shifted, moved in closer, and she tilted her head to look up at him. He towered over her, his shoulders so broad he obliterated everything and all she could see was him. Smell him, feel him, God if he came any closer, taste him. “Don’t go.”
    His husky voice curled around her, filled with promise. Of what, she couldn’t be sure.
    “I have to.”
    He rested his hand against the back of her neck and reached for her hair, tugging so her head tilted even more. “Don’t. Please.”
    She wanted to speak, her lips parted, ready to protest but he pressed a single finger to the center of her mouth, silencing her.
    He’d said please. And she couldn’t resist that. Not even if she wanted to.

Chapter Three
    Austin had Michaela right where he wanted her. In his arms, his body pinned her against a wall, one hand in her silky soft hair, the other touching her mouth. A mouth he’d fantasized about, dreamed of taking, kissing, licking and nibbling.
    Jesus. The way she looked at him, her green eyes wide, unblinking, her lips soft and pliant beneath his finger. He dipped his head, realized he had her positioned perfectly for a thorough kissing and without thought he did just that.
    He took her mouth in an almost angry possession, nothing gentle or tentative about it. He didn’t want gentle and searching, he needed it hot, he wanted it wild. Her lips parted for him immediately, allowing his tongue to search, seek and find hers and he tangled with it, the slick hot feel of her making him groan, shift against her so he could get closer.
    His cock was a raging thing, already with a mind of its own just with one kiss and he nudged his erection against her. The slinky feel of her dress against his jeans, his entire body nearly did him in. She was soft, her small breasts nuzzled against his chest, her fragrant skin calling to him, and when she wound her arms around his neck in a sort of surrender, triumph surged through him.
    Tugging harder on her hair, he deepened the kiss, barely allowing her to breathe. He just took and took, his tongue dancing with her tongue, his teeth nipping at her plush lower lip, his hand cupping her cheek. She whimpered, the sound small and needy deep in her throat, and he softened his approach, his tongue bathing the spot where he nipped her and she sighed.
    They were in the middle of a nightclub, and he had her slammed against a wall like some sort of sex fiend. Even in his wildest days, he’d never made a true spectacle of himself.
    Well, he took that back. He’d made a spectacle of himself but never in such a sexual manner and certainly never while making out with someone else. Definitely never with a woman.
    He hadn’t been with a woman in years. Had forgotten their sweet taste, their whisper soft skin