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much innocence as I can. “I truly mean you no harm.”
    Without warning she launches herself at me and slams a tiny fist in my jaw, the shock is worse than the lukewarm sting, I’d been pun ched once too often by men equally intent on snapping my neck, but unlike those times I am completely immobilized by amazement.
    I glare murderously at her hoping to gain some leverage. “What the hell do you think you’re doing,” I bite out.
    The little wench tosses her head and looks completely unrepentant. “Don’t you dare touch me,” she flings back, breasts which look like two perfect small melons, rising and falling on her rapidly moving chest, my groin surges in need, I have to take this slow, somehow convince her that I did not want what I fully intended to have.
    “Are you going insane?” I ask in an icy cold tone.
    Some of her bravado crumbles, she backs away, her little fists, dangerous objects those, are still taut.
    “I’m not a fool, Nate,” that was the first time she’d said my name and holy of holies, a heart I had long thought dead, skips a beat, getting married was doing wonders for what was left of my humanity.
    “Really,” I quip sarcastically, “please enlighten me.”
    She sha kes her head furiously and turns to go, I snatch her back, she rears like a wild animal, but does not scream, she strikes out and several well aimed blows connect with my head, she winces, as she strikes bone and I grin evilly in satisfaction, content to let her flail, seemingly unbeknownst to her my fingers had sunk into the outrageous curve of her tiny waist.
    I caress the clothed flesh beneath my grip, she feels so good, soft yet firm, I slide my hands up to her ribcage just under her breasts and a scream finally rents the air. I am hard and cannot let her go now. I know I should but cannot, I see the savage intent in her eyes as I lower my head, blindly seeking her mouth, she ducks and pivots but the kitchen wall is behind us and I press her up against it, swoop down and cut off her cry with my mouth.
    I manage through the hazard of her snapping teeth to get to her tongue and my blood begins to boil, I dip my tongue further, willing her to calm down, my hands instead of restraining the thrashing body pressed against mine, tries to soothe, with supreme reluctance I break the kiss, nuzzle the sweet, creamy cocoa scent of her neck.
    “Let me kiss you,” I rasp between broken breaths, desperate to have her agree, to have her want this as much as I do.
    “No, no, no,” she rants .
    But yet her arms are somehow pinned behind my neck, fingers tucked into the downy hair at my nape, the soft palms cool on my skin. The sensation is exquisite.
    I lift my head and meet her eyes to find the truth, the amber depths are deep and melting. Lust slams into my core. I capture her mouth again, none too nicely this time. She opens up beneath me, causing a roar to fill my throat. My hands sweep up over those breasts, my thumbs circle the hardened peaks, I test their weight, roll my fingers around the nipples through the dumb uniform, squeeze them gently, she yelps into my mouth, but does not let go, our tongues slide around each other and I feast on her softness, the sweetness that is growing the more I taste it.
    I gather her up, pull her to me and she starts to struggle, I don’t want to let go but her movements are becoming frantic. I break the kiss and stare hotly down at her, confused and desperately in need of her body. Her eyes are not on me but on the lower half of our body, I had lifted her clear off the ground, and our hips are crushed together, worse because I can see the clear sign of my arousal, I doubt that she could have missed feeling it since there was not an ounce of daylight between us.
    She trembles in my arms. “Put me down,” she says in a cracked, scared voice.
    I open my mouth to crush her ridiculousness when a thought strikes me, I shake some of the desire from my brain and gently lower her to the floor, no