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in my gut that won’t go away. I’m completely obsessed,” he gritted against her soft mouth, kissing her deep and hard between the words. “I want you so damn bad it’s been driving me fucking crazy, wondering if I was ever gonna have you or if you’d just cut me cold and tell me to fuck off.”
    She gave a nervous laugh that tasted impossibly sweet. “I, um, don’t think I’ve ever actually told someone to fuck off before.”
    “Then I’d have been the first,” he muttered, licking his tongue across her cushiony lips, letting it tease just inside once more. “But you’re not telling me to fuck off, are you, beautiful?” It was hard to identify the burning emotion in his chest, threatening to pound its way out to the surface, but Chris knew it was something he needed to get control of, for both their sakes.
    “I’m not an idiot,” she whispered, letting her tongue stroke against his. “If you want me, you can have me.”
    And just like that, Chris almost came in his fucking slacks. Forcing himself to put a little distance between them before it was too late, he moved back from her and grabbed his bag, hooking the strap over his shoulder. The moment the elevator finally slowed and the doors opened, he offered up a silent thanks to whatever higher power was up there listening and grabbed her hand, more than ready to get the hell out of there.
     

     
    “Where are we going?” Sophie asked, as Chris ushered her out of the building and to the parking lot so quickly she could barely keep up, much less make sense out of everything that was happening.
    “Where’s your car?” he asked in a low voice, holding on to her hand as if he never intended to let go.
    “What?”
    He turned his head sharply to the side, locking his dark eyes on hers. “Car, Sophie. Where did you park this morning?”
    “We’re taking my car?” She blinked again, her mind feeling numb, her gaze snagging again and again on the rugged beauty of his face in the warm afternoon sunshine. She couldn’t have been any more dazzled if a truck-sized diamond had been shining in her eyes.
    He gave her a quick nod in response to her question.
    “But…but what about your car?” He had a sporty little black thing that must’ve cost a fortune. Surely he wasn’t going to leave it at the institute for...well, for however long this was going to take, no matter how tight the security was.
    “Fuck my car,” he grunted, cutting that narrowed gaze over the lot, his height allowing him an easy view. It took him only a moment to spot her silver Toyota, and then he was pulling her along beside him as he headed toward it. “It’s being detailed today and I’m not waiting for them to bring it over.”
    Sophie wondered if she was looking as dazed as she felt, because the moment they reached the Toyota, he cupped her cheek and gave her a look that was both tender and impatient at the same time, and asked her if she wanted him to drive. She nodded, handing over the keys she’d been carrying in the pocket of her lab coat. He opened the passenger door for her, then quickly made his way around to the other side, and after moving the seat back, he slid his tall body in behind the wheel. Then he set about getting them on their way with the sexy-as-hell commanding precision that made him so successful at everything he did, and before she knew how it had happened, they had cleared the downtown. He didn’t ask where she lived, so she assumed they were headed to his place when he pulled into the fast moving traffic on the freeway.
    “How old are you?” he asked into the thick silence.
    She slid him a curious look that he caught when he glanced her way, before quickly turning his attention back to the road.
    “We’ve never talked about your age before,” he murmured, smoothly overtaking the car in front of them. “I’ve tried to ask in a roundabout way, but you always hedged. And I didn’t want to snoop in your employment file.”
    “I’m almost