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The move caught him off guard. She yanked again, and knuckles pressed to the wall of his chest, pulled him off balance. He stumbled over the threshold. She slammed the door in his wake. A growl—the sound low and lethal, yet somehow full of welcome—rumbled up his throat. Bolstered by his reaction, Sasha popped onto her tiptoes, and fingers sifting through his hair, licked his bottom lip. He tensed in surprise. Sasha refused to back down. She needed a taste. Of pleasure. Of passion. Of the desire she’d kept under wraps for far too long. After that, he could do as he pleased. Push her away. Pull her close. Make love to her until she fell into pleasure-bound oblivion.
    Totally up to him.
    Either way, she was desperate to feel. Something. Anything. His hard body against hers—his kiss...hot, wet and deep—would do the trick. So yeah, like it or not, one way or the other, Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Dangerous was going to give her everything she asked for. And exactly what she wanted.

CHAPTER THREE
     
    Off balance, Ivar stumbled over the threshold and into the female’s arms. Senses honed by years of war, he fell into habit and scanned the layout over the top of her head. Small kitchen. Open plan set up. No threat in sight. Thank fuck. He didn’t know what he would’ve done had the enemy been standing in the middle of her living room. Died, most likely ’cause...man. He couldn’t think straight. Not with her all over him. Sweet feminine curves—all the soft skin pressed up against him—negated brain function, shoving him in one direction. Toward blind lust. Into raging need. Distracting him with a hunger so intense he wanted to fall in with the plan. Consequences be damned.
    Not smart. Or anywhere near advisable.
    Ivar knew it. Kept telling himself being this close to another without any intel was a bad idea, but...hmm. She was incredible. So soft in his arms. So beautiful with her blonde hair messed up and desire shining in her dark brown eyes. Her mouth brushed the corner of his. He swallowed a sudden case of dry mouth and tried to hang on. To do the right thing—the smart thing—and back away. More information. He needed some right now. Before it all went to hell and she—
    Popping up on her tiptoes, the female nipped his bottom lip.
    Bliss whispered his name. His body went haywire, short circuiting, hardening so fast his mind went blank. Reflex made his hands tighten on her waist. “Shit. Hold on a second, just—”
    “Ki ss me back.”
    Oh, Jesus. That voice. The husky timbre of her voice hit all the right notes, playing across his senses, stroking over nerve endings already frayed by her touch. Pleasure sank deep. Male appreciation spiked, spiraling into desire, killing more brain cells. She murmured, and inviting him to kiss her, buried her hands in his hair. Ecstasy followed in the wake of her caress, urging him to forget his training and step into the fray. Into her and accept what she offered. It would be so easy to do. Effortless, really. Beyond good to simply let go and be a male instead of the commander of warriors. At least, for a little while.
    Temptation urged him f orward. Instinct held him back.
    Something was off. Way, way out in left field. Females didn’t invite him—or rather...drag him—into their homes. Not for sex or anything else. Most kept their distance, giving him a wide berth, only coming near when he encouraged them into his sphere. This one, though, hadn’t gotten the memo. She wasn’t afraid of him...at all. Her body language and scent said it all. She wanted him. Was already aroused and ready to take him every step of the way. Unprecedented. Surprising too, considering the lethal vibe he carried around like luggage. Not that she noticed. Or maybe that wasn’t it. Maybe she simply didn’t care. Some women enjoyed danger, the thrill of the hunt along with the idea of getting down and dirty with a bad boy.
    A good theory. One he could work with as she pressed her advantage, used his