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cocking an eyebrow. “What?”
    “That look on your face. You’re almost drooling.” He smirked. “I like that.”
    “I am not.” Angelique shoved against his chest, but he didn’t budge an inch. His muscular pecs beckoned her. She slid her hands over that hot expanse of skin toward his belt. Her lips pressed against his chest, and she trailed kisses over it.
    Connor’s chuckle faded and turned into a groan. He planted his hands on the counter beside her knees, staying there and not moving away from her lips. “I want you, Angel.” His husky voice was a near whisper.
    Her lips curved downward against his chest. As much as she wanted to be with him, that wasn’t possible. No one could know about her gift. Sometimes she struggled to control Kira at work, and that was just eight hours a day. She couldn’t imagine policing Kira at night while being with a boyfriend, fiancé, husband, or family. She’d done it before with Connor, but keeping Kira in line taxed her.
    Brushing those thoughts aside, she unfastened his belt and pants, focusing her attention on making him naked. She gripped the hem of his suit pants—about to push them down—when he grabbed her wrists.
    “Wait up, sweetheart.”
    Her gaze snapped to his, and she jerked back as if he’d slapped her. This couldn’t be happening. If he stopped them, she’d die of embarrassment. He wanted her, the press of his thick cock between her legs proved it.
    He glanced around, then brushed his knuckles over her cheek. “You have a great kitchen, but I’m not sure if I want our first time to be here.”
    She raised her eyebrows, relieved he’d only stopped her for that, but what other options did they have? She sure as hell didn’t want to do it in the bedroom. Not if it meant being close to Kira. The big cat would only succeed in making the situation entirely uncomfortable for Angelique.
    He wrapped his arms around her waist and slid her toward him, but she grabbed the cabinets, refusing to leave. “I think this would certainly make the moment memorable.”
    A grin slid across his lips. “You’re sure?” She nodded. “All right. You have a point there. Let’s get you out of these.” He unfastened the buttons on her jeans, his long fingers fumbling with them in his haste.
    She lifted her hips and held on tight to the counter, not wanting to fall when he pulled off her pants.
    He snatched away her panties with the jeans and stared down at her, scorching hunger in his eyes. With a few swift motions, he pushed away his slacks. Not surprisingly, he didn’t have underwear with them. She liked knowing that. They fell to the floor with a thump. Before she could respond, he pulled away and knelt before her. His face so near her pussy caused her to straighten her back. Hyperawareness tingled over the skin of her thighs. He grinned at her and untied his shoelaces, taking off his dress shoes before sliding out of his pants completely and kicking them aside.
    The need to touch him overwhelmed her, but she balled her hands into fists at her sides, trying not to reach out, grab the back of his head, and press his mouth between her legs. She smirked and stared up at the ceiling.
    Lips pressed against her knee, and she glanced back to see Connor watching her. Her heartbeat sped up, and she gulped. Grinning, he traced his fingertips along the inside of her thigh in a straight line toward her moist folds. He stopped just before touching her. Well, he stopped his fingers. His lips moved along the same path, except slower and invoking a hell of a lot more feeling in her.
    A gasp erupted from her lips as his mouth descended on her.
    He parted her lips and slid his tongue over her clit, circling it leisurely as he caressed her thighs. His gaze rose to hers, watching. He dragged his tongue down to tease her opening.
    Her eyes widened. If only she could keep him in her life. She slid her hand through his hair, keeping a tight grip on the counter with the other.
    His tongue