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of awareness, and maybe he did, too. Neither of them backed away.
    “I want to kiss you,” Sean said suddenly, gruffly, “but my boss wants you for himself.”
    Her eyes widened. Sean wanted to kiss her. Sean Walker actually wanted to kiss her.
You have to get away from him. You can’t allow him to do what he wants—even though you want it, too.
“I don’t want your boss.”
Damn it.
Why had she said that?
    “Why?”
    Because I want you.
“He’s not my type.”
    “And what’s your type?”
    “Temporary.” That was the truth, and that’s the way it had to be. And yet even those temporary dalliances ended poorly. Every time. Someone would get too attached, usually her, but she would still have to move on when the time came because staying in one place for too long allowed a person to develop habits, and habits could make that person a target.
    Sean ran his tongue over his teeth. “And you think Rowan wants more from you than a good fuck?”
    Probably not. Which made him perfect for her. “You ask a lot of questions,” she grumbled. Talkative men were annoying. Sometimes. God, why didn’t Sean annoy her?
    “I should walk away from you,” he said darkly.
    “Yeah, well, I should walk away from
you.
”
    Now his eyes narrowed. Every word out of her mouth seemed to anger him. “Do it, then. Walk away.”
    “Believe me. That’s not a problem.” Except it was. Still. She turned. She didn’t handle challenges well.
    His fingers curled around her shoulders, and he jerked her back around. The shadows in the club seemed to swirl around them, thick and impenetrable, chasing away the rest of the world until they were the only two people in existence. She bumped into his body and his arms banded around her. Before she could say a word, his lips smashed against hers and, rather than ease her into the kiss, he thrust his tongue past her teeth and into her mouth, conquering, demanding.
    Stopping him never entered her mind. She moaned, sinking into him, tongue rolling over his. His taste was orgasmic. Mint and cherry. Heat radiated from him, such delicious heat.
    One of his hands tangled in her hair, angling her head for better, deeper, wetter contact. The other hand glided down her back, gripped her thigh, and hooked it to his waist. The new position opened her up, placed her core just over
his
thigh. Another moan escaped her, this one hoarse and needy. She could feel him, his muscle against her clit.
    Thank God she’d worn jeans. Had she done laundry and worn a skirt as usual—and as required—she would have been rubbing against him and he would have felt how damp she was.
    She shouldn’t be doing this. Not with him. Not in a crowded club. Not even in private. She’d managed to avoid male temptation for the past two years, and she preferred to keep it that way. There’d be no tearswhen she left. And she
would
leave; she always did. Except her solitary, nomadic lifestyle had been getting to her lately, depressing her. That was probably why she’d spent six months in New York rather than her standard four.
    “I’m hard as a damn rock,” Sean suddenly growled.
    Oh yes, he was. That erection rode up her belly, tall and thick and teasing just right.
More, more, more,
she thought. It had been so long, and this was so freaking good. Good-bye tears be damned. “So?”
    “We have to stop,” he insisted. He was panting. His eyes appeared black rather than blue, shadows swirling in their depths.
    “Yes, stop.” Her cheeks flushed with embarrassed heat. “That’s exactly what I was going to say.”
    “Good.” His arms fell away from her, and her knees almost buckled.
    She managed to remain upright as she struggled to find her breath. A girl could get used to—and addicted to—being kissed like that. Like she was the entire world. Like everything revolved around her and nothing mattered but her pleasure. Like her body was worthy of worship.
    But rejected like that? No, thanks. No kiss was worth