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once again in that soothing voice that slid silkily down her spine and pooled between her legs, knotting things low in her body.
    “Why don’t I believe you?” Annie’s voice sounded breathy, aroused, even to her own ears.
    What was wrong with her? Even at the beginning of her relationship with Roger, when she’d been filled with sexual curiosity, dying to know what it would feel like to satisfy the yearning that rose inside her every time they kissed, she hadn’t felt like this. She’d never felt like this, never been consumed with such instant, powerful attraction. Especially for a complete stranger whose face she couldn’t see clearly, who had broken into her home, and whose intentions were no doubt less than honorable.
    “You don’t have to be afraid.”
    “Don’t come any closer,” Annie said, fear once again trumping lust as he continued to advance and she backed away, flattening her body against the car behind her.
    “You’re a beautiful woman.” He stopped only a few inches from where she stood, close enough for her to feel the heat of his body, to smell the faint odor of sandalwood and spice, an exotic scent that reminded her of incense.
    “You can’t even see my face.” Fear and arousal warred within her as she looked up, up, up into his eyes. They reflected some unseen light, leaving the rest of his features in shadow, but hinting his face was just as stunning as the rest of him.
    “I can see every part of you. I’m accustomed to the darkness.” For the first time she heard the strange lilt in his voice, the trace of an accent she couldn’t quite place.
    Whoever this man was, he wasn’t a California native. But then again, who was? And didn’t she have more important things to worry about than her attacker’s country of origin? Attacker. He was her attacker, right? He didn’t seem violent, but he was most assuredly attacking her senses and wreaking havoc on her unsuspecting sex drive.
    “I can see your raven curls,” he continued, his large hand reaching out to catch a lock of her hair.
    Annie’s breath rushed from her body and her pussy contracted violently as she watched him twine her hair around his thick fingers in a caress as reverent as it was blatantly sensual.
    “I can see your strong jaw.” The hand not busy in her hair moved to caress her face, sliding over the sensitive skin behind her ear and down the curve of her jaw to the tip of her chin.
    “Strong jaw?” Annie shivered under his touch. She’d never considered her jaw particularly cute, let alone an erogenous zone. But she couldn’t deny his calloused fingers tracing along her skin made her ache with longing.
    “You have the face of a royal and the lips of a courtesan.” His voice was husky as he moved the pad of his thumb to play along her full bottom lip.
    Her breath wooshed from her chest and she had to struggle to hold back a moan as his caress grew increasingly demanding. His thumb slipped past her lips and Annie surprised the hell out of herself by sucking, pulling it along her tongue in a way that mimicked how she’d take something much thicker and more intimate into her mouth. He groaned softly in response and pulled free of her with a shudder.
    Surely this man couldn’t be serious. He couldn’t be as consumed with instant desire as she was, especially if he could really see as well in the dark as he claimed. There was nothing royal or carnal about her. She was plain Annie, the woman no man looked at twice, the woman who couldn’t even keep her fiancé satisfied, who had about as much raw sex appeal as a baby anteater.
    “Who the hell are you?” she asked, her voice harder, tainted with anger and lust. The anger she knew sprung from a variety of sources, but the lust was all for this man, this man who was quickly becoming someone she didn’t want to resist.
    “I’m your destiny, I think,” he said. “And you, are mine.”
    Before Annie could figure out what to say to that, her “destiny”