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cheekbones. He stood abruptly, looking angry, hot, and scary, and pulled her just as abruptly out of the booth with a hand wrapped firmly around her upper arm. He leaned down and hissed into her ear, “All right. You wanna play? Let’s play .”
    Then in a very caveman move that made her squeal in delight, Hawk picked her up, threw her over his shoulder, and headed for the front door.

This broad was seriously deranged.
    He’d never seen a woman do a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn the way this one had. One second she was glaring at him as if he was a carrier of the plague, the next she was asking him how he was going to fuck her.
    Still hanging over his shoulder as he made his way down the corridor to her hotel room, her thighs grasped firmly under his arm and her little feet kicking out in front of him, she chuckled to herself and said happily, “And just look at this ass !”
    Then she actually spread both her hands across his rear end and squeezed.
    What the hell?
    He didn’t know how he’d lost control of the situation, but he had. And now he was about to take it back.
    “Key,” he snapped as he stopped in front of room 204.
    “Back pocket of my jeans,” she whispered, sounding all sexy and breathless with anticipation.
    Had that waitress put something in her drink? Had she been roofied? That would certainly account for her strange behavior . . . or maybe she was bipolar. Though he hadn’t read that in her file. Not that he’d paid much attention to the file’s contents; a cursory skim had told him all he’d needed to know.
    Or so he’d thought.
    He dug the key from the pocket of her jeans, turned it in the door handle, entered the room, and kicked the door shut behind him. Then he flipped Jacqueline off his shoulder, set her on her feet, and backed her up against the wall.
    Her eyes widened as she stared up at him. Her lips parted, and for a brief moment, he thought she might be afraid of him.
    She blew that thought from his head when she moistened her lips and said, “Okay. Here’s the deal: I want the full monty, Hawk. I want every trick you’ve got. Don’t hold back on me, now. This doesn’t happen to me often, so make it memorable. Make it . . . dirty .”
    Then she rose up on her toes, wound her arms around his neck, and put her mouth on his.
    Sweet mother of —she tasted like tequila and green apples and a sweet, delicious ripeness that was just her . He lost himself almost instantly, pulled into her taste and scent like a swimmer pulled into a riptide. He allowed himself to just luxuriate in the kiss, in the soft heat of her body pressed against his, in the low, small sound she made deep in her throat.
    She mewled as he crushed her tighter against him, and again as he slid his hand up her body and squeezed her breast. Small and firm and perfect, they were the breasts of an athlete, and he longed to take a nipple into his mouth. He wanted to drift on this current of pleasure forever. He wanted to drown in it—
    Hawk broke the kiss and pulled back, startled by the force of his reaction to her. He never wanted to drift, or drown , in a woman. He never let himself get close. But if she could drag him under with just a kiss . . .
    No more kissing , he told himself firmly as he stared down at her. She was breathing heavily, her eyes were soft and drowsy, and he smelled the fragrance of her arousal like perfume in the air, delicious hot readiness that made every part of his body ache with want.
    “Damn,” she whispered, leaning into him, “you taste like Christmas morning.”
    He hadn’t had a woman so completely ready and unabashedly carnal in, well . . . how long? She wasn’t second-guessing herself or him; she wasn’t holding back, that was abundantly clear; she was ready for anything he wanted to give her. Anything .
    God, that was sexy.
    She’s an evil wench , he reminded himself. When a spike of anger shot through him as he remembered the part she’d played in getting those