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towering over
    her.
    She could feel that tightening in her chest again. But it wasn’t claws tearing at her; it was a sense of excitement. And she didn’t need it.
    â€œDid I ask you to fuck me?â€
    Her stomach clenched at the sound of his voice. He might not be asking for it, but she had a feeling he was thinking about it. And she was thinking
    about it. And she was stepping into seven different kinds of trouble if she dared to mess with this man.
    â€œGood thing you didn’t,†she told him softly, staring back at him regretful y. “I don’t think you’d have much fun.â€
    â€œReal y?†he drawled.
    â€œYeah. I hear virgins are a bore to men of your advanced years, Alex. Go find your girlfriend. She’l give you better sport.â€
    Alex stared back at her. Years of training kept his expression from slackening in total shock. And a superhuman effort kept his hands from reaching out
    for her and jerking her against him.
    â€œA virgin?â€
    â€œSee? I’m not even fair game,†she told him as she col ected her purse and keys. “Are you ready to leave now? Because I’m kind of
    tired.â€
    She opened the door, forcing herself not to shiver as the cold February air whipped around her stocking-clad legs.
    â€œI’l walk you up.â€
    He looked determined, implacable.
    â€œAlex, I don’t need another guard dog.†She sighed as he stepped out.
    She set the alarm and closed the door, locking it quickly behind her before moving up the wide, wood steps to the smal balcony and apartment door
    upstairs.
    â€œThere’s no inside entrance?†Alex asked behind her.
    â€œOnly in my dreams.†She felt like groaning. She hated walking these stairs every night.
    Alex watched her walk, watched her cute, tight little ass bunch and her hips sway. He was rock hard; images of taking her, seeing the innocence in her
    eyes as he fil ed her, were torturing him.
    She was right; he should have been turned off. The thought of a virgin should have him running for the hil s. The hel if he should be fol owing her to her
    apartment like an obedient hound.
    He could have sat in his truck and watched her to the door.
    But, he told himself, that wouldn’t mean she was safe. Someone could have gotten into the apartment.
    Yeah right. Sitting in the truck wasn’t going to get him under that skirt of hers. And knowing she was a virgin wasn’t helping things.
    It sent a shaft of possessiveness burning through him. And that, he didn’t want to feel. He didn’t feel possessive about women. It wasn’t
    al owed and it wasn’t part of his life.
    So why the hel was he standing on her balcony now, watching as she unlocked the door and stepped inside? She disabled the security, closed the
    door behind them, and flipped on the lights.
    He watched as she kicked off her shoes; spiky black heels, they made her legs look sexier than hel . She dropped her purse on the little table just
    beside the door and moved into the wide living room before turning on a lamp and turning to face him.
    â€œSee, I’m safe.†She lifted her arms out to indicate the room, the apartment.
    Alex shook his head slowly. Safe from everything but him. “You know what I want, don’t you, Janey?â€
    Her arms dropped to her side. For a second, just a second, she lost that unemotional, cool expression she had worn every time she had seen him in
    the past month since he had returned home. He saw her eyes flare with interest, with need, a hint of fear. Then, just as quickly, they were gone.
    â€œNo, I don’t know what you want, Alex.†There was a thread of anger there now. “Do I owe you something? Is there something here that
    belongs to you?†Her lips quirked mockingly. “I don’t think there is. I don’t think there’s anything here that you want to do more than