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glance at her wristwatch revealed the time: 7:30 a.m. A barrage of thoughts raced through her mind and set her heart pounding. Her mother. Cindy. An accident. It had to be bad news to bring someone to her door, much less this early in the morning.
    God, please let them be all right—
    She gripped the knob with one hand and twisted the lock with the other. Not bothering to peek out the side window, Rowyn jerked the door open.
    And stared.
    “Good morning.” Darius grinned down at her.
    What. The. Fuck.
    “Please tell me you’re bringing news of a tragic car accident and have beaten the police to my door.”
    He arched a dark eyebrow. Rather than respond, he held out a foam cup. A thin wisp of vapor rose from its lid, bringing with it the seductive aroma of freshly brewed coffee. She scowled and folded her arms across her chest. He didn’t really think he could distract her with coffee, did he?
    Darius sighed. “No tragic accident. Why would you think that?”
    “It is the only explanation for your showing up at my house this early in the morning. Hell, showing up at my house, period,” she snapped.
    “Such a gracious host.” He tsked, shaking his head, a small smile playing about his full lips. Damn, those lips. The things he could do with them… She delivered a mental slap to herself with a sharp order to get it together. But the warning came too late. He had already maneuvered his way past her and into the foyer of her home.
    With a low growl of irritation, Rowyn slammed the door shut behind him. Darius turned, and once again, she ignored the offer of the cup.
    “What are you doing here?” Jesus, she sounded like a shrew. Yet she couldn’t stop the anxiety that sharpened her voice. Her home was her domain. Her sanctuary. The four years she’d lived in the Back Bay house, no one but Wanda had been allowed inside.
    Without glancing behind her, she knew the soft colors, overstuffed couches, and landscape paintings he studied represented a side of her she didn’t reveal to many people. Watching him survey the airy living room that opened off the small foyer caused a vulnerability she detested.
    “Very nice,” he commented, bringing his inspection to rest on her face. With those deep blue eyes that seemed to see far too much, the touch of his gaze was almost tactile, and she resisted rubbing her face to discover if she’d inadvertently left behind a dab of moisturizer.
    “What?” she asked, sounding as if she’d just sprinted around the block.
    “Nothing,” he said, and with the same half smile quirking a corner of his mouth, extended the coffee cup again. “Please,” he murmured.
    “Shit,” she mumbled and accepted the hot drink. Their fingertips brushed, and a bolt of lightning charged up her arm, straight to her breasts, and zinged to her pussy. Winded, she glanced down at her linen sheath, amazed no scorch patterns appeared on her clothes. She flicked her eyes up and slammed into such heat, it intensified the sweet ache in her nipples and between her thighs.
    God, his stare seemed to burn a hole right through her.
    Had anyone ever looked at her like that before? Yes, she assured herself. He had. While stripping her clothes from her body. While staring up at her from between her spread thighs as he circled her clit with his tongue in a wicked caress. While pounding into her pussy with so much force, the headboard had banged against the wall in time to his measured and deliberate thrusts.
    Blood rushed between her thighs, and even now she could feel the echo of those demanding strokes deep in her sex. Moisture glazed her slit, drenching her panties. The power this man had over her body with one look… It should be criminal.
    Rowyn ducked her head on the pretense of drinking her coffee and took a step back. She lifted the cup to her mouth, sipped, and jerked her head up in shock.
    “You know how I take my coffee?” she asked, the creamy flavor of the brew still on her tongue. Most people would