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her cheeks and covering her body.
       And on the opposite side of the table he was just sitting there calmly, smugly secure of his own desirability. Her blush deepened, her cheeks tinged a deeper red, and she tried to retreat within her own head. Okay, so she was apparently in dire need of release. Why else would her body behave like this around a man she barely knew?
       The few things she did know about him weren't all that promising: he was arrogant, the town playboy, a salesman, and he was arrogant. Don't forget that bit, she cautioned herself as she stared over the table and into his eyes. She resisted the drowning suction but sat mesmerized, enchanted by what she saw.
       No matter what, she had to accept that he was seriously good-looking—possibly the most handsome man she'd ever laid eyes on in real life. And he'd invited himself into her life, cooked her dinner, and now he was staring right back at her, his eyebrow hitched in question and his eyes gleaming in silent amusement.
       Damn the man!
       He knew she was trying to fight off her attraction to him and that…that…that…cocky bastard was just sitting there, grinning at her. Her temper flared. She'd show him!
        Show him what? An insidious little voice inside her head was clinging onto the vision of them in her bed, her slight body overshadowed by his heavier legs, his hips holding her submissively beneath him as he stoked the fires somewhere deep within her, fanned them until her body was a raging wildfire, desperate for release.
       Gina trembled. Could he really do what her imagination promised? Could a man really make her feel like that?
       "Are you cold, babe?"
       His voice reached around her, wrapping her in velvet warmth, comforting her sudden unease. The whole idea that a man could have so much control over her body scared her silly.
        Or are you scared that a man could give you that much pleasure? the voice whispered enticingly. Try it , it urged, What can you possibly lose?
       Myself?
        Bah! Her conscience—or was it her very own personal devil?—went quiet, apparently disgusted with her indecision.
        Other women have one-night stands. The voice was back, silky soft, enticing her to take action, to go get what she wanted.
       He hasn't asked, she hissed back, feeling ridiculous. Was she going insane, or was she really having an argument with herself?
       The little voice positively smirked. He will.
       And that was it.
       Through it all he'd been silently watching, his expression never changing, with that indolently amused grin firmly in place. Her eyes widened as she realized he'd observed the whole struggle and had actually enjoyed watching her fighting her own inner demons—and losing.
       He knew.
       There was a hint of complacency in the depths of his chocolate brown eyes. It was also in the humor lurking at the edge of his lips. Then there was the indefinable male arrogance in the way he watched her, as if he'd known all along she was going to be his that night. Damn him!
       Gina squared her shoulders and smiled sweetly back. He may have thought she'd be panting in her eagerness to be his latest sex toy, but she was more than that. It was her choice and, tonight, she planned to be the one doing the using. His eyes promised lust and fulfillment, and she'd take it all without qualm.
       Her lips twitched. Just the thought of using him as a kind of walking, talking human vibrator had sent a fresh trickle of warm moisture down her thigh. To have that kind of muscular strength totally at her command… Mmm.

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    Nate struggled to hold his least threatening grin in place. Her thoughts crossed her face as blatantly as a child's. He'd watched desire, then need, then doubt all flying across her face, and been inordinately relieved when the hunger returned to her eyes.
       He would have known what her body wanted from streets away. His wolf instincts were