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her to arch against him, he grinned down at her. “Let me go, Kenyon.” There wasn’t a hint of pleading in her voice, no tinge of demand. Instead, the words were said with a breathy desire that set his blood on fire.
    “Sage...” Her name was a soft plea on his lips, and he wanted to lean down and taste her, raise her body up against his and drive into her until she called out his name. “Why do you keep coming back to me?”
    “You know why.”
    “I know you can’t stay away from me. Is that the reason why?”
    She didn’t answer. Instead, she swallowed hard, so hard he saw the motion of her throat, felt the vibration in her body. It was the closest thing to admission he was ever going to get from her, and he would take it.

CHAPTER FIVE

    Sage would have liked to say she was unaffected by Kenyon, that having his hands on her, or his breath blowing across her face didn’t make her come undone. But if she had, she would have been lying to herself. Here they were, on the eve of doing something very dangerous and they were contemplating something even more so. If she let him touch her, if she gave herself to him the way she always had before, the way she always wanted to, then what? She would be right back where she started.
    “I made you a promise today,” he began, his fingers lightly tracing the design on her wrist. “I will honor that promise. If you help me do this thing, you will no longer be indebted to my family.”
    His face softened in the harsh light, but he looked even more dangerous now than he had when he’d growled at her. Now, he looked like a man who knew what he wanted and who planned to take it. And he knew she was weak and would give it to him.
    “Sage...” Her name on his lips was heaven, and she swallowed a protest as he pulled her flush against him. His hard body immediately reacted to the contact with her, and she swore she melted right on the spot. She closed her eyes and breathed in his scent with both her human and animal senses. He held her in an iron grip, and even though it didn’t hurt, it held the same excitement it would have if it had been a little painful.
    When his lips touched hers, it was soft at first, then he let out another low growl before devouring her. He pressed his tongue into her mouth, and she opened for him, pushing herself against him, trying to connect their bodies in any way possible. His free hand snaked around her waist and began pulling her shirt from the waistband of her skirt. The skimpy outfit had helped her gain information earlier, and right now she was thankful for the easy access it provided.
    They began moving, his steps forcing her to step backward. She only stopped when she collided with something hard. The wall? A table? She couldn’t tell because his mouth was still on her, hot and demanding. He released her somewhere in the mix, and his hand moved up to cover her throat, to rub against her ear, to trace the curve of her chin. She was trapped between him and the wall. It was definitely a wall, hard and immovable at her back.
    In one motion, he reached down and pushed her skirt up around her hips, exposing her panties. She was wet with wanting. God, she needed him so badly. She ached for him to touch her, to flick his hard, strong fingers across her delicate skin. She couldn’t think. All she could do was feel, and she wanted to feel more!
    “I can smell you,” he whispered, his words dark and sensual.
    She ached for him to be inside her, her pussy begging for him, clenching already, knowing how good he would feel sliding in and out of her body.
    His long fingers teased against the outer edges of her underwear, the cotton becoming unbearable against her skin. She wanted him, needed to feel him, and craved to have no barriers between them. He brought out something in her that she couldn’t explain and had long since stopped trying. When she was with Kenyon, everything was primitive and the only thing that mattered was joining her body with