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hers. The blue orbs were charged with electricity that arced between them and sent a shiver down her spine. His stare dared her to contradict him, but she couldn’t. He was right. No one took any notice of them, well, no more than they did the rest of the people in the house. No words came to mind, and before they could he lowered his mouth to hers.
    She expected a harsh, angry kiss, but his lips were soft on hers. Their warm breath mingled as he brushed his tongue along the curve of her mouth. Mac watched her as he took the kiss deeper, his eyes taking in far more than she was ready to give. She lowered her eyelids as though they could shield her from him, but it was too late. A whimper of surrender and need slipped from her throat and he interpreted the small sound as permission to plunder. He drove his tongue between her lips, pushing past her teeth to stroke the roof of her mouth before teasing her tongue out to tangle with his. The second she gave in and did some demanding of her own, he groaned and pressed his body to hers.
    The hard wall at her back and Mac’s hard muscles along her front made her blood heat and her pulse pound. Her hips bucked against him and the solid length of an impressive erection prodding her thigh drew a moan from deep in her chest. He thrust into her, ground his cock on her leg and mimicked the rhythm with his tongue in her mouth. Lil’s pussy clenched, flooded with heat and moisture as her knees shook.
    “Hey, man, can I have some of that when you’re done?”
    They broke apart, each of them breathing hard as they sucked in vital oxygen. Lil wanted to lean forward, press her mouth to his once more and continue their mind-numbing kiss, but Mac’s mouth turned down in a scowl and his brows dipped in the middle as his eyes narrowed. As she watched, the lust swirling in his eyes turned to anger. She sighed. There would be no more kisses.
    With a growl aimed at the well-known football player standing beside them, Mac grabbed her hand and, threading his fingers through hers, started down the hall. Before she could protest or gain her senses and stop him, Lillian found herself inside his room with the door shut and locked behind them.
     
    Mac locked the door and tugged Lillian over to the bed. Noise from the party still thumped through the walls, but at least he could hear himself think in here. He stopped at the foot of his bed and was slammed with a bolt of lust. The urge to push Lilli onto the mattress and follow her down gripped him. In seconds, they could be naked and rolling across the sheets. Bad idea. It wouldn’t solve anything if they had sex now.
    He let go of her hand and stalked over to the window. The yard below was lit up like a Christmas tree. Barely clothed people swayed to the music blasting from every room of the house. His fingers curled around the window frame and his knuckles ached as he squeezed his hands tighter and tighter. Mac would love nothing more than to put a fist through the wall, but he’d never been one to give in to violence. Never really felt the need to inflict damage pump through his veins like it did this evening. Twice now Lilli had reduced him to a base animal he had no experience with.
    “Mac?”
    Her breath fanned the hair on his neck. She’d stepped up behind him. He breathed deep, pulled her scent through his nose and into his lungs. The delicate fragrance that haunted his dreams, invaded his blood, flooded his mind and filled his cock with need that saturated his body. A burst of laughter echoed in the hallway on the other side of the closed door and brought his anger rushing back.
    “Why, Lilli?” he asked.
    “Why what?”
    He turned around to look at her. “Why turn the house into a three-ring circus the first time you set foot back in the country in months?”
    “I resent the implication that this party is out of control, Mac.” She spun away and headed for the other side of the room.
    “Isn’t it? Were you even looking at what was