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I’ll make us something to eat.” He opened the
fridge, grabbed a beer and popped it open. “Want one?”
    She tried to brush aside her annoyance as he
pulled items out to set on the counter. Her stomach lurched at the
notion of food. “Nothing for me, I’m not hungry. And I don’t
appreciate your insinuation that I’m making this up.”
    He stopped what he was doing and closed the
distance between them. Crouching in front of her, he held onto the
sides of the chair, gating her in. His rock-hard forearms pushed
against her thighs and her temperature spiked. His eyes were soft
and compassionate. “No, darlin’, I never said you were faking. This
is new to me and I find it hard to reconcile it with everything
I’ve ever known to be reality. I’m not doubting you, I swear.” He
cupped her cheek and God help her, she leaned into his touch.
    She stared into those mesmerizing blue eyes
and let desire banish off her irritation. “Okay, I believe
you.”
    He gave her a smile. “Good, now maybe you
can eat something. When was the last time you ate? You have to keep
up your strength, for Becky…and for me.”
    How was she supposed to think with him so
close that his manly scent was all around her, intoxicating her?
She could see only his ruggedly handsome face—the small scar above
his left eye, the chiseled jaw and cheekbones. “I-I ate something
for lunch, a salad or a sandwich. I don’t remember. It feels like
weeks ago rather than hours.”
    He pressed a kiss to her cheek, his whiskers
deliciously scratching her skin. “Amazing how quickly things can
change.” His gaze dropped to her lips and hovered there. The spot
tingled under his stare.
    She could hardly breathe for the sensual
hunger coursing through her. She’d wanted Ryan for so long.
Although he’d drawn her back into the supernatural world where
she’d sworn she’d never return, for some reason she felt safe with
him. More than that, being with him made her aware of herself as a
woman—a woman with needs that she’d kept at bay for far too long.
She squashed all her objections to kissing him again before they
could take root.
    He hooked a hand around her neck and drew
her to him. She shut her eyes and gave up control to her libido and
her heart. Then his mouth was on hers—plundering and mastering as
if she belonged to no one but him. He tasted of beer, and
desire.
    Suddenly breaking contact, he stood and
pulled her up and into his arms. He whispered her name like a
prayer.
    Her head was dizzy with arousal as he weaved
his fingers into her hair and held her possessively against him for
another scorching kiss. He explored her mouth, then kissed his way
along her neck to her collarbone.
    She caught her bottom lip between her teeth,
holding back a sigh as Ryan peeled her blouse off her shoulder then
grazed his tongue over her skin. Moisture pooled between her
legs.
    Ryan lifted his shirt over his head and
tossed it away revealing smooth, tan skin that had been kissed by
the sun. “I want to make love to you.”
    His simple yet powerful declaration drew a
sigh from her. The notion of losing herself in him—doing what felt
good without dwelling upon the consequences—was overpowering. To
hell with the fact that he’d unwittingly drawn her back into the
occult world. Something about being with Ryan felt more than right.
She treated herself to the breathtaking view of his bare washboard
chest and his broad shoulders then reached out to touch him with
trembling hands.
    She plowed her fingers into his hair. “I
want you, too.”
    He backed her against the wall and held her
arms over her head, pinning her to the spot as he licked the
sensitive skin on the underside of her arm then tracked his finger
after.

    Quivers of longing racked her body as he
pressed his mouth to her neck, biting, sucking, kissing. He traced
the shell of her ear with his tongue and she gasped at the
sensations rushing through her.
    Ryan untucked her shirt then slid his