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her up against the wall. His rough
palm moved along her thigh, gripping behind her knee and hoisting
her leg around his hip. His hand trailed to her ass, squeezing. She
moaned, nipping at his lip, and he chuckled.
    “ You’re demanding,” he
said. “Good. My mate needs to be.”
    There he went with that mate stuff
again. She was about to demand an explanation when his head dipped
lower, trailing kisses along the crest of her breasts. His mouth
hovered over one of her nipples, tonguing and teasing it through
the fabric. Her back arched, and she pressed her breast into his
mouth, wanting him to remove the barrier between it and his tongue.
He pulled the neckline down, baring her chest before squeezing her
breasts together and sucking on each nipple, teasing them until
they ached.
    She clawed at the wall with one hand
as his tongue worked, slipping her fingers into his hair and
holding him to her breasts. His hands roved her body, stroking up
and down along her sides, feeling her curves through the soft robe.
It was so thin that she could feel the heat off his hands wherever
they went. God, he was hot, like an inferno. One hand cupped her,
and he rolled his thumb along her sex, pushing her closer to the
edge. An ache built deep within her, the need to spread her legs
and invite him in growing as he sucked and nipped and rubbed. She
reached down and stroked his crotch. A feral groan rose from deep
within his throat as he pressed himself against her hand, rubbing,
as if he wanted to be inside her just as badly. He kissed her
again, more roughly this time. His hands slipped inside her robe,
leaving trails of fire along her hips and waist. Agitated, he
ripped open her robe, exposing her bare body. For a moment he
paused, going still as he took her in.
    She blinked, dazed at first, then
returning to her senses. Gasping, she quickly covered herself up,
knotting the belt tightly. She crossed her arms, her face as
flushed as the rest of her body. It took a few seconds to compose
herself and calm her quick breathing. She sounded like she’d run a
marathon. It sure felt like it, from the way her heart was racing.
“Look, I don’t want you to think I’m easy.” She groaned. “I know it
probably seems that way, but I’m not usually the one-night-stand
kind of girl. Hello, are you listening to me?”
    She snapped her fingers in front of
his face. Gage shook his head and blinked, then looked at her.
“Sorry, I was distracted,” he murmured. “Yes, I’m aware you’re
probably behaving a bit… outside your sensibilities.”
    “ That’s one way to put it,”
she grumbled. She shifted her weight, feeling the slickness along
her inner thighs. Good grief, she was horny. She hadn’t had it this
bad for a man in a while.
    She looked at Gage, at the noticeable
bulge against his crotch, reconsidering. Her mind filled with the
image of his muscular body, dripping in sweat, hovering over hers
as he slowly pushed himself into her, again and again, banging her
core while she brought her hips up to meet him…
    You know what happened
last time you fell into bed with a man on the first date. Seth
ripped out your heart later.
    That cheerful thought promptly dried
up her lust. “You’re not good for me.”
    He frowned, going still. “Why
not?”
    “ Because… when I’m near
you… I don’t know, I can’t control myself.” She looked away,
letting her hair hide her face.
    Gage tenderly grasped her chin and
turned her gaze. “Passion is not a bad quality.”
    “ Ha. I’m not sure I’d call
this passion. Lust maybe.”
    “ What do you think it
is?”
    She met his gaze. “… I don’t
know.”
    He reached up and caressed her cheek,
eyes intently burning into hers. She’d never had anyone look at her
that way. It made her knees shake.
    And it scared the hell out of
her.
    “ I’m not sure what this is
either,” Gage said slowly, “but I can tell you feel it
too.”
    “ What?”
    He shrugged. “That spark.”
    His eyes