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don’t want to give it. I’m old fashioned like that.” He shrugged and tossed off the last of his wine, replacing the glass on the small table.
    Holy crap.
    The man was walking, talking sex on a stick. And he was thirsting for her. Or her blood, at least. With it, if he was anything like his friend, he would give her intense sexual satisfaction, but somehow she didn’t think Ian would be satisfied with just giving her a mental orgasm. No, Ian would want more. He’d want skin on skin, body on body, all out, messy sex.
    And she was practically salivating at the thought of it. Her womb clenched and her panties grew embarrassingly damp.
    “So you want to bite me?” She had to get control of this conversation back somehow.
    “In a word? Yes.” Ian’s eyes bored into hers. “And I want to fuck you.”
    Jena twirled her nearly empty glass, trying to buy time while her thoughts were in turmoil. She fought down the gulp of panic that wanted to sound from her suddenly parched throat.
    “You know, that’s not very romantic.”
    Ian stood and swept her up into his arms. She thumped into him, out of breath from his amazingly fast and forceful action. His arms came around her waist as she looked helplessly up into his exotic, mysterious eyes.
    “I can be romantic.” He tucked one of her hands up around his neck, taking the other lightly in his as he began shuffling her around the dim room in a slow dance.
    “Ian, there’s no music.” How had she ended up next to his hard body, nestled so close against his muscular chest and rippling abs? He was like a drug, lulling her into compliance.
    “I can fix that.” Ian pointed one finger at her small stereo, switching it on with his mind and turning the dial to a slow jazz station. In seconds, soft, sexy sounds emanated from the small stereo unit and he took up the rhythm with his feet once more.
    “Telekinesis too?” she asked, a bit in awe of this amazing man who held her so close to his perfect body.
    Ian shrugged and she felt the slide of his solid muscles over bone under her hands. He was like Michelangelo’s David, he was so hard, yet so beautifully formed.
    “Over the years, my powers have increased. The telepathy and telekinetic abilities are something that grow over time along with the other psi abilities.”
    “You guys are amazing.”
    “Not quite so amazing as you, cara . Have you always been telepathic?” He steered her around the small room expertly to the low, erotic tones of the jazz music, his body in perfect alignment with hers. She felt his every word deep in her veins, pulsing through her body.
    “My mother could always pick up on my thoughts, even as a baby, she said. Some of my earliest memories are of her speaking to me in my mind.” She remembered those times in her youth fondly as Ian held her close. Something about his hold was so protective while at the same time, provocative.
    “And your father?”
    Jena shook her head. “He didn’t have the ability and he didn’t quite believe my mother and I did either, no matter how many times we did something unexplainable in front of him. He was a hard case.”
    “He’s gone then?”
    The soft ache she’d had since her father died ceased to hurt quite as much while Ian held her safe in his strong arms. “He died in a car wreck about ten years ago. It’s why I decided to go into medicine.”
    “And your blood anomalies had no influence on your choice?”
    She stopped dancing to pull back and look up at him. “How did you know about that? Did you guys have me investigated? How did you get my medical records? I thought those were sealed!”
    “Whoa, hold on, cara mia . I was guessing. But I’m right, aren’t I?”
    All the fight went out of her. “How did you guess? I thought I hid my problems pretty well.”
    “Perhaps from most people, but I’ve been around a long time and I’m trained to be observant.” He stroked her hair, soothing her with his touch. She found herself burrowing into