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whispered past her ear and he witnessed a tiny
shiver flow down her skin.
    She turned, boxed in by his body. “Why, um, did you stop?”
    He gazed into her eyes and saw caution mixed with desire,
but he let her see his naked need for her. “I was made an offer I couldn’t
refuse.”
    “Oh.”
    He had to touch her or go insane. Lifting his hand, he moved
her silky hair off her shoulder before cupping her neck. Every inch of his body
tightened with anticipation, his cock no exception. He bent his head forward,
holding in check his raw desire. “I can’t refuse the invitation of your lips
either, Bea.”
    She caught her breath and her mouth opened.
    As his lips touched hers, she reached her arms up to twine
around his neck. Her hold set his body on fire. He wanted to consume her. He
enveloped her in his arms, pulling her against him. A heady sensation coursed
through him as he played his lips over hers, his teeth nibbling, his tongue
invading.
    She wiggled, fitted herself to him, her breasts crushing
against his chest, burning him.
    He moved his hand to behind her head, tilting it so he could
taste the side of her neck while his other found her ass and pulled her pelvis
tight against his granite-hard cock.
    She sighed in surrender and played with the hair at the back
of his neck, caressing him.
    He bent her backward, licking his way down between her
breasts. He could see hard nipples through her blouse and bra as they anxiously
waited for his attention. His blood pounded at the sight, straining his
control. He murmured against her chest. “Beatrice, I want you.”
     
    Bea’s brain kicked into gear at Zach’s words. She wanted him
too, but not for just a night. Her pleasurable heat turned frosty. How could
that be? She didn’t even know him, but her heart already named him hers. She
pushed against his chest to break his embrace.
    He let her go.
    She staggered back, her knees shaky, her breaths coming
fast. “I’m sorry if you got the wrong idea,” she rasped.
    He stared at her quizzically. “What idea would that be? That
you’re as attracted to me as I am to you? That this,” he motioned with his hand
pointing between them, “is great?”
    She shook her head, trying not to look at the large bulge in
his jeans. “I-I don’t know. It’s too fast.”
    He stared into her eyes. “You mean too hot, don’t you?”
    She gulped as his words sent fire racing through her veins.
She nodded.
    He took a deep breath and jammed his hands into his front
pockets. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. But it’s not something we can ignore.”
    His gaze changed from polite to possessive. “I want you,
Beatrice Rappaccini. I want you naked in my bed. Once you’re there I want to
taste you, smell you, feel you and pump into you until I lose myself.”
    At his words, Bea’s legs turned to slush and she sank into
the nearest chair.
    He hunkered down in front of her and took her hands. “Bea,
is there any reason why we shouldn’t get together?”
    Oh, was there. But none she could tell him. He wouldn’t
believe her if she did. Her last long-term relationship back in high school
ended with her boyfriend in a coma. Despite his eventual recovery, she still
carried a pile of guilt around with her. As much as she wanted Zach, she
couldn’t be happy with one night. This wasn’t about her need to cleanse the
toxins she produced. This was about the idea of having one special man in her
life. The only obstacle standing in her way was her deadly body.
    Zach dropped her hands. “What is it? You hesitated for too
long.” He stood abruptly. “Are you already seeing someone?”
    She jerked her head up, surprised by the anger in his tone.
“No, I’m not. It’s complicated.”
    He walked away from her and stood behind the other couch.
“Why do people always have to make things complicated? This is simple human
nature, two adults who are attracted to each other. What’s so complicated about
that?”
    She straightened her shoulders.