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her thighs, and she clenched her legs
together to ease the building ache.
    “God, that’s sexy.” His pinky dipped beneath the
waistband of her jeans as he traced the gold chain again. “What
other secrets are you hiding, sweet Melanie? I want to discover
them all.”
    Melanie covered Gabe’s hand before he delved any
deeper into her pants. “You have piercings?” she asked, staring up
into his eyes. She didn’t see any in his ears or face. It was one
of the reasons she hadn’t recognized that he was one of them. His
clothes covered his body tattoos. His ball cap hid his
unconventional hairstyle and the ink on his scalp. She’d let her
guard down with him before she’d realized he was frightening. That
had to be the difference. She’d talked to him before she’d known
she should be afraid. “Where? I don’t see any.”
    “You’ll have to feel it.” Gabe took her hand and
directed it to his chest. Her fingers brushed against a hard ridge
within his nipple.
    “Oh!” She rubbed her tongue against the edge of her
teeth, wondering what that bit of metal would feel like if she
flicked her tongue over the barbell she fingered under his T-shirt.
His muscles tautened beneath her touch and she silently prayed that
he was as attracted to her as she was to him. She wanted him to
fist her hair in both hands, drag her beneath his long, hard body
and press himself firmly against the throbbing ache between her
thighs.
    “Melanie.” Her whispered name was like a silken
caress. “You’re gorgeous.”
    The corners of her mouth turned up. “So are
you.”
    Their gazes locked and everything resembling
rational thought vacated her skull. Gabe shifted forward and
claimed her mouth in a plundering kiss. Dear God, he had strong,
demanding lips. Her fingers curled into his chest, and her breath
caught in her throat. When his tongue brushed her upper lip, her
entire body ignited. The taste of beer. The scent of his body. The
hard barbell of a nipple piercing against her fingertip. All so
foreign. So dangerous. So fucking sexy. He tugged his mouth away
and looked down at her. Her hand slid down his belly toward his
hip.
    “Show me your tattoo,” she demanded breathlessly.
Part of her wanted to prove to herself that she wasn’t afraid. The
other part just really wanted to get another eyeful of his great
body.
    “Which one?”
    “The one on your hip. Are there more?”
    He grinned. “I thought you didn’t like tattoos.”
    She shook her head, her gaze moving to the design on
the left side of Gabe’s scalp. On closer inspection, the tribal
pattern looked like a dragon. Not realistic. Artistic. The thick,
black lines that made up its long, slender body arched along the
edge of his hairline. Red fire spewed from the beast’s terrible
mouth inches from his temple. The dragon’s claws seemed to be
reaching for his ear. “I don’t. I’m curious is all. It’s not a
skull design, is it?” She gulped. What would she do if it was?
    “No. Not a skull.”
    She went limp with relief. “Then what?”
    “I’d be happy to show them to you. All of them. But
not here.”
    He turned his head to remind her that they were in a
fairly secluded corner of a very crowded room. Melanie sat up
abruptly and tugged her shirt down over her belly. Had anyone
noticed what they were doing? She should be mortified by her
reckless behavior, but it excited her instead.
    “Force!” someone yelled from across the room and
waved wildly at Gabe.
    Gabe waved back.
    “Why do they call you Force?” she asked.
    “That’s my lame stage name.” He adopted a menacing
expression—lip curled, brows drawn together—and cracked his
knuckles. “I’m a force to be reckoned with.” He grinned and lifted
her hand so he could capture her fingertips in sucking kisses.
    “Oh.” An aching throb continued to build between her
thighs, and she knew there was only one thing that was going to
alleviate it. And only one man she wanted to drive it away.