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the dark, sexual light in his wicked eyes began to gleam
    with intent.
    That touch, just like that, the implied power and gentleness of that hold, had her knees
    weakening. She was a trained agent; she wasn’t supposed to let emotion or lust cloud her
    judgment. But right now it was clouding her entire mind.
    His fingers flexed against her neck, the power and strength in his arm echoing along her
    nerve endings. Pleasure corrupted her normally logical thought processes and eroded the
    control she had fought for over the years.
    Suddenly, she was in the dark, fighting to breathe through the agony of a hell she
    couldn’t accept, holding on to only one thing. Holding on to Natches’s touch.
    She couldn’t let herself hold on to that memory.
    Chaya didn’t bother to struggle. She could see the desire already burning in his eyes, and
    she knew she didn’t have a chance against him if those luscious lips actually touched
    hers. She would be lost in him, and she couldn’t afford to ever lose herself again.
    “Don’t kiss me, Natches. Don’t do that to me. Please.”
    He froze, those fingers contracting on her flesh, stroking cells that hadn’t known a man’s
    touch in so very long.
    He had no idea how hard it was to turn away, to walk away. How she ached at night,
    tossing and turning in her bed, the thought of the promise in those cat’s eyes of his
    burning through her soul. She wanted him with a strength that terrified her.
    “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t,” he said, his voice low as those fingers stroked
    against her flesh. “You’re not married anymore, sweetheart.”
    His gaze wasn’t mocking now; it was somber, intense. The memories flashed in his eyes
    as well, and she couldn’t bear it. It connected them, made it so much harder for her to
    break away, to hold herself steady as she fought through the never-ending abyss of
    emotions that threatened to swamp her.
    “Because I can’t handle you, and we both know it. Have mercy, Natches. Don’t you have
    enough women in your little stable? You really don’t need me.”
    And there was no way she would survive it. He was wild, intense, the most wickedly
    alluring man she had ever met in her life. And he wasn’t the man for her. She wanted him
    until she ached with a force that tore at her soul, and she couldn’t allow herself to have
    him. This man, the one who fired her soul, who made her dream when she had no right to
    dream.
    “That’s not a good enough reason.”
    She gasped as his lips covered hers. Sensation exploded through her body; pleasure
    rippled and waved over her nerve endings and began to burn along her flesh. This kiss,
    this man, he was like nectar, like a drug she couldn’t get out of her system.
    She gasped harder as her weapon dropped to the ground and she felt Natches’s hands
    tugging at her shirt, baring her, allowing the warmth of the sun-filled air to touch her
    flesh.
    She told herself the perspiration was from the heat of the day, but she knew better. It was
    from his kiss.
    Oh God. His kiss. She flattened her hands against his chest to push him away, but he
    wasn’t budging. His hands stroked up her back, beneath her shirt, then around, the pads
    of his fingers at the tender swells of her breasts, covered by nothing more than lace.
    Chaya struggled with the war waging within her now. Her body, eager, desperate, it knew
    this man’s touch, knew his possession. Her heart, her head, was screaming out in
    warning.
    And her body was winning.
    “Ah, Chay.” He nipped at her lips. She loved that sexy little sting and lifted closer,
    begging for more. “There you go, baby. Show me how you can burn again.”
    She breathed in sharply as his hands slid to her hips, gripping them and lifting her until
    she was sitting on the hood of the jeep, then lying back, his big body pressing her down
    as her hands tugged at his shirt.
    She should be pushing him away, not baring that gorgeous body. But that was what she
    was doing.