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outer depths of our solar system through
a massive telescope,’ she said. ‘I’m pretty sure I can open a damn door.’
    ‘Shh,’ Tuck said, easing the key out of her unresisting
fingers. ‘Some things don’t need big brains,’ he murmured. He took the plastic.
‘Some things need a slow hand…an easy touch.’
    He slid the card through the strip with deliberate slowness.
The lock whirred, the light turned green and he smiled as he turned the handle
and pushed the door open a fraction.
    ‘Easy.’
    Cassie practically whimpered at the low, deep sound of his
Southern accent. It weaved around her like the melodic notes of a snake charmer,
trapping her. The door was right there. It was open. All she needed to do was
move. But she couldn’t.
    ‘Cassie?’
    Tuck could feel her trembling and a surge of desire crested in
his belly. His groin tightened. His blood slowed to a thick, primal bound. He
laid a gentle hand on her shoulder and, to his surprise, she turned. Only a
whisper separated them as heat flashed like a solar flare between them.
    Her eyes looked all misty and dazed, her pupils large in the
grey-blue depths. They seemed to shimmer up at him and he fell headlong into
them. Her mouth was slightly parted and it drew his gaze. He picked up a long
dark ringlet draped forward over her shoulder and wound it around his finger.
‘Has anyone ever told you you’re quite beautiful?’
    Cassie’s throat was dry as a sandpit as she shut her eyes
against the seduction in his. No one had ever told her that. And she’d never
cared. ‘I’ve never aspired to be beautiful,’ she dismissed. She was more
comfortable with brainy.
    He waited for her lashes to flutter open again before saying,
‘Well, you’ve failed.’
    Tuck only intended to give her the briefest of kisses as he
slid his palm onto her cheek. Just a little taste of her mouth. The mouth that
had dissed him all night. Just to show her how pretty damn clever he could
be.
    And to leave her wanting more.
    But the second his mouth touched hers and she opened to him as
if he was water and she was dying of thirst it all went flying out of the
window.
    Cassie mewed as his lips brushed hers and her senses filled up
with him. There was no thought or logic or analysis in play any longer as she
overdosed on his intoxicating scent, sucking him in, drenching her cells in his
pheromones. Her body had completely taken over and left her brain out of the
equation.
    She raised herself up on tiptoes. Her hands slid around his
neck. Her mouth parted of its own accord. She moaned and dragged him closer as
hot, scalding lust lashed her insides and flayed her flesh with the driving need
for more.
    It didn’t make any sense. Not when she swiped her tongue across
his lips, or pushed it inside, or stroked it against his. Not when she moaned.
Not when she gasped. Not when she grabbed his lapels to press herself
closer.
    She’d never been kissed like this.
    She’d never kissed like this.
    And still she was full of him. Her head buzzed with the essence
of him. Her mouth was on fire. Her belly was tight. The heat between her legs
tingled and burned.
    Tuck barely managed to hold onto her as Cassie kissed him as if
she was an evil genius intent on wicked things and he was her latest experiment.
He might not be dumb as a rock but he was certainly as hard as one now as her
deep, sexy kisses, body-squirming and desperate little whimpers stroked all his
hot spots.
    She even kissed differently from other women. No mouth
gymnastics, no hands down his pants in seconds, no theatrical panting, no Oh, baby, baby. Just a scorching one hundred percent,
full-throttle touchdown of a kiss. Her lips on his lips. Open and going for
it.
    He pushed her hard against the door, wanting to get closer, to
kiss her deeper. But he’d forgotten it was already slightly open and she
stumbled backwards. Their mouths tore apart.
    He grabbed for her, finding her elbow, dropping it once she’d
stabilised. And then they