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backseat,” Mike said mildly.
    Arching up, she twisted around and saw them neatly folded on the backseat.
    “Have to admire a witch who can still think about being neat when she’s screaming and riding my hand,” he mused, grinning at her.
    She scowled at him, starting to pull them on only to realize she was still wearing her boots. “To hell with it.” It took just a small bit of magick to whisk them back on the same way she’d whisked them off, and it was a lot quicker. The seam of the black fatigues pressed against wet, aching flesh, and she shuddered.
    Glancing around, she saw a series of small, separated cabins. A larger one in the front of the parking lot had a brightly lit vacancy sign in the window, and she watched as Mike pulled into a parking spot.
    “Be right back.”
    A motel . . . she pursed her lips, trying to figure out how she felt about that. She recognized the place. Eli’s lands were about twenty miles away, and she certainly didn’t want to wait that long.
    Heat flooded her face as she realized something else.
    She had screamed. She vaguely remembered hearing it.
    If they were at Eli’s . . . no. No, she wasn’t sure she wanted every single creature in that damn enclave to hear her. Because if she’d screamed like that just from a few light touches of the hand, when he . . . Her mouth started to water as her imagination supplied the rest of the image there.
    “What in the hell am I doing?” she muttered, drawing her legs up and pressing her face into her knees. The door at her side swung open even as she tried to give sanity a bit of voice, and she lifted her head, staring out at Mike as he crouched by the door.
    “The house is too damned far. And not private enough. Nowhere near,” he said, reaching in and pulling her out. Leandra went easily enough, even though she dragged her feet a little as he started to lead her to one of the cabins.
    He stopped, staring at her. From the light of the streetlamps, she could see him clearly and knew he could see her every bit as well, if not better, with those damned shape-shifter eyes. His eyes glowed with the power that lurked inside, wakened by the hunger she could scent coming off of him. “You can’t change your mind,” he said gruffly. Then he closed his eyes, slowly releasing her hand. “But if you’re going to do it, do it now. Maybe I’ll die quick instead of slow and painful.”
    There was a look on his face, one of stark, naked hunger. It was an echo of what she felt inside, and wonder began to creep through her as she realized something. He really does want me . . . That wasn’t just blind lust, something that any woman could satisfy.
    He really wanted her. She didn’t know how long it would last. She didn’t know if it ran any deeper than her want for him.
    But it was a hell of a lot more than she’d ever planned on getting.
    Instead of reaching for his hand, she stepped up, pressing her body to his. “If I change my mind, I think it will kill me.” Rising on her toes, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips lightly to his as she whispered, “So what are ya waiting for?”
    Leandra gasped when he swung her up into his arms, crossing the parking lot with long, quick strides. Reaching one of the cabins, he slowly let go of her legs, keeping her locked against him so that her body trailed against his as he lowered her to the ground.
    She blinked against the light that splashed in her face as he opened the door and ushered her inside. He flicked one of the light switches off, and she smiled at him in the dimmer light. Licking her lips, she tried to figure out what she should say, what she should do now.
    But she didn’t have a chance as he closed his hands around her waist, turning her so that he could press her against the wall. “I’ve wanted you . . . this . . . for a long time,” he whispered, kneeling down in front of her. She stared down at his bent head, watching as he unlaced her boots and slid them