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it. He closed his hand and the fire winked out of existence.
    “Really? So you think the ability to create fire in your hand at any time doesn’t make you just a tad…dangerous?”
    Her words hurt as much as if she’d stabbed him with a knife in his gut. “I don’t use my abilities on others.” He thought of how many times he’d added a touch of his powerful will to business negotiations in order to sway the other side to do what he wanted. The memories flashed through his mind, and he had to work not to grimace. Okay, maybe he had used his power on others, but not to hurt anyone. In the end, every business deal helped a lot of people to have jobs and income to provide for their families.
    “Neither do I.”
    His eyebrows shot up before he could help it.
    “All my transfusions are legally prescribed from a doctor. For anemia. I’ve never even felt the blood lust try to take over until…”
    Her voice had become huskier. He gave into the temptation to close the distance between them by another inch, until her breath teased across his neck at the opening of his collar. “Until?”
    “Until you showed up.”
    He couldn’t look away from her. Was she using some kind of vamp power to hold him like this? Oh, what the hell. Even if she was, he didn’t really care. “Yeah. Funny thing there. I sort of crave you too.” And without another thought, he ducked his head, gave into the urge he’d been fighting since he’d first seen her on stage, and kissed her.
    It was like nothing he’d ever felt before. The blood rushed up to his head, the power singing through his veins in both a warning and a thrill of pure, potent pleasure that socked him in the gut and took his breath away. He didn’t know if he wrapped his arms around her to press her harder against him, or if he just needed something to hold onto for support.
    It was a kiss he’d gladly die for.
    His hands slid up over her back, bared by her dress, then her neck. She’d worn her dark hair in a bun again, and suddenly he needed to see it down. His fingers found the pins, releasing her hair in a dark waterfall to her shoulders. He kissed her chin, her jaw, down the side of her neck to her shoulder, and those freed strands tickled at his nose. She smelled soft and floral, utterly feminine. His mouth found hers again as his hands slid around her waist to span her narrow ribcage. Amazing, that someone so petite could be so strong. And immortal. No matter how fragile she seemed, she would never die.
    The realization snapped something inside him, and he lost the last hold on rational thought. He wanted her. And to hell with what she was. He only knew what he needed her to be, and that was his . His knuckles brushed the lower curves of her breasts, and she moaned and arched against him, pressing her hips against his.
    “Lorena,” he groaned against her lips before they opened for him on a sigh and their tongues circled and stroked.
    She arched again, and he cupped her breasts, small and firm, their nipples tiny pebbles straining against her dress. His teeth ached to tease them. He ducked his head toward them, and the world tilted on its axis.
    “Whoa,” he muttered, blinking hard, but this only made the room spin a half circle around him.
    He staggered, reaching out for the table to keep himself upright.
    “Conor?” she murmured in alarm. “Are you—“
    He laughed, shaking his head slowly, feeling as if he were moving through mud. “Yeah, I’m fine. I…I forgot about the kissing part.”
    “The…kissing part? What are you talking about?” She frowned at him in obvious confusion, her hands stroking his hair above his ears. “Do you need to sit down or something?”
    “No. Sitting down won’t fix it. I just need to get outside and draw up some energy, replace what I just lost.”
    “What you just…”
    He grinned at her, wondering if maybe he would have to sit down after all. Wouldn’t that be a manly way to act? No, even if he passed out cold,