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follow you to your place.” Because she hated trying to get men out of her bed after a one-night stand. Plus, her familiar didn’t take kindly to strange men. The big German shepherd had the tendency to bite, which didn’t go over very well in the let’s-get-it-on department. She’d learned that the hard way, and she definitely wanted to get it on with Jack Laramie.
    He caught her arm before she could open her car door. “I just want to check something before we leave.”
    “Yeah, what’s that?” She arched her eyebrows.
    Drawing her into his arms, he settled his mouth over hers. Her tongue slid along his lower lip, and he opened for her. The flavor of him burst over her taste buds—whiskey and chocolate and hot male. His fingers stroked over her shoulders and down her back, warming skin that had cooled in the night air. His movements were unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world to taste her. She’d expected a swift claiming, but he feasted on her lips. It had been a long time since someone kissed her so thoroughly.
    Or had done such a good job of it.
    If she’d thought he got her revved up on the dance floor, it was nothing compared to this. Her nipples tightened to points, and her sex grew slick. The muscles in her thighs went taut, and she arched her body into him. She liked the feel of her curves pressing to his harder planes. He turned her so that her back was to her car, and the icy metal was a shocking contrast to his heat. Clenching her fingers in his jacket, she strained against him. He leaned into her, and she moaned. Four centuries of sex, and she still found that there was nothing, absolutely nothing, like the weight of a man on top of her. It could only be better if they were naked and he was between her thighs. The need to wrap her legs around his trim waist was overwhelming, but the tight skirt she wore made it impossible. Frustration clawed at her, her hormones reminding her again that it had been a long while since she’d made time for sex.
    Her head dropped back, her breath rushing in pants. “No more checking. Let’s go.”
    “Okay.” But he didn’t let her go. His tongue flicked across her throat, and he nipped at her skin.
    Sliding his palm up her torso, he cupped her breast, circling her nipple with his thumb. Each sweep over the sensitive crest sent bolts of longing straight to her core, made her wetter, made her pussy clench on nothingness.
    Gods, she wanted more, but she liked what he was doing now too much to stop.
    The sound of someone walking toward them in the dark brought them both upright. She fisted her hands and tried not to blast the intruder with a spell that would make them think twice about interrupting people. The offender moved past them without stopping, which probably saved him or her from a torching.
    Jack reached over and opened her car door for her, his expression flushed and strained with lust. His voice was rough, guttural. “You’ll follow me.”
    “Yes.”
    They got into their respective vehicles, and she tailed him to his place. He didn’t live too far, and traffic was light, thank gods. He pulled into the driveway of a tidy little bungalow, and she parked on the curb out front. Climbing out of the car, she looked around. The street was quiet, with only the faint hum of other Magickals in the distance. Unlikely the place was being watched. She hadn’t really thought so, but she hadn’t survived as long as she had by being sloppy. Her training as a cop only reinforced those instincts.
    Jack came up behind her, his breath brushing over her ear. “Changing your mind?”
    Goose bumps broke over her skin. Heat flashed through her, and she tilted her head to give him better access.
    “Oh, really?” A wicked lilt filled his voice as he blew a cool breath of air against her ear, and she shuddered.
    “It’s a very sensitive spot.” She swallowed. “For elves.”
    “I will be taking full advantage of that. Very soon.”
    She sighed, enjoying the