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of them ever connecting beyond impulsive sex. “And now you know why I’m telling you to call Giles. It’s been great meeting you.”
    “You haven’t given me a chance to meet your demands.” Syon chuckled softly, menacingly, and closed the last pace between them.
    “You rejected them,” she said.
    “Relationships require negotiation. I can’t change what I am, so number two needs to be struck from the list,” he said.
    “Maybe I don’t negotiate.”
    “Maybe you need incentive,” he offered in a raspy whisper.
    They were toe to toe, the scent of his skin wrapping around her. He reached up and opened the clip she had holding her hair back. She heard it drop to the floor as he threaded his fingers through the strands, sending a torrent of sensation through her. It was bold and aggressive and presumptuous. She should have protested, but her eyes closed as waves of enjoyment rushed through her. All she wanted to do was arch and purr.
    “You’re ginger.” He leaned over and buried his face in her hair. She heard him draw in a deep breath before exhaling next to her ear. “Spicy and sweet… I wanted to know what you tasted like the moment I saw you.”
    “Really?”
    He closed his hand in her hair, pulling it tight but stopping shy of hurting her. “Yeah…really.”
    The hold sent her over the edge into some alternate dimension, where instinct ruled.
    He hovered over her lips, almost touching them until she stretched toward him.
    “Wait for it…” he growled softly, holding her back.
    “Like hell.” She smoothed her hands back until she found the opening of his vest. He’d never closed more than a few buttons, just enough to cover his navel. She slid her hands inside, needing to touch his bare skin.
    But she closed her fingers, trapping a handful of his chest hair.
    He stiffened, surprised. His chest rumbled with something that sounded a lot like a growl.
    “Ginger all the way through…” He smothered her retort beneath his lips, kissing her with a force that left her breathless. He commanded every motion, moving her head to suit his whim. But she wasn’t going to submit. She slid her hands up, over his collarbones until she found the corded muscles running along his neck. She threaded her fingers through his hair and grabbed him.
    He pressed her mouth open, demanding complete surrender, but she still didn’t give it to him. She teased the tip of his tongue with hers and then licked along his lower lip as he shuddered and pressed up against her.
    His cock was rock hard.
    And huge.
    She shivered with need so sharp, she was half-afraid she might climax just from being against him. The need to lift her thigh and rub against him was insane.
    “I thought you’d be up here, trying to beat me to the punch.”
    Kate jumped and would have fallen over the back of the chair if Syon hadn’t slid his arm around her waist to hold her.
    Ramsey grinned at her without a shred of shame on his face and flicked the curtain closed behind him. Syon let Kate push free of his embrace and offered his bandmate a shrug. “I waited until after the show, didn’t I?”
    “Barely,” Ramsey griped. “You skipped out on that reporter and dropped her in my path like a land mine.”
    “Doesn’t look like she exploded on you.”
    Ramsey leaned against the wall, pinning Kate between them. “She latched on.”
    “But you’re still here,” Kate observed. She probably shouldn’t have spoken. It was a weird enough conversation and an even weirder situation. Things like “making sense” just didn’t belong at all.
    Kind of like herself. She was so far out of her element, she wasn’t sure she knew how to make it back to reality.
    Ramsey grinned, giving off a bad-boy vibe that had her teetering between the urge to smack him or bite. “I promised her an interview later.” His eyes narrowed seductively at Kate. “Unless we’re too busy.”
    “Excuse me?” Kate looked back at Syon, but all he did was frown and shrug.