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    He tasted unlike anything she could recall. Masculine—yes, but there was something else. Something…more. He ate her moan as his hands settled upon her ass, grinding into her hand.
    Nothing mattered but the intensity of his kiss. The wall at her back jarred her senses. Heart racing, blood pounding, she leaned away. Everyone watched them. Zane had put them against the back wall.
    “We’re leaving,” he rumbled.
    “I’m in the middle—”
    “No. You’re not.” He held her gaze. “We’re leaving. Now.” His voice was low and ragged. Hard to decipher.
    Those she’d played pool with all backed away, giving them space. She stole a peek at him. His carriage, rigid and dangerous. Every inch of him screamed warrior. Coiled. Alert. Deadly.
    Between them, the air crackled with vibrating tension. Contrary to his voice, the hand on her waist, while possessive and unyielding, didn’t hurt her at all.
    He slammed the door open, jarring it on the hinges. She began to head for her car yet he refused to let her go.
    “My car is over there.”
    “Don’t care,” he said, directing her to his truck.
    He unlocked the driver’s door. She dug her feet in. Zane slashed his gaze to her. On the inside she quaked but on the outside, she refused to let her emotions show.
    “Get in.”
    “No.”
    Thick brows converged. “Why not?”
    “I’m not leaving my car here. I’ll follow you to the garage and go anywhere you want.”
    She expected him to argue but he escorted her to her SUV after he slammed his door. When she sat behind the wheel he left her after one more toe-curling kiss.
    Her hands shook as she started the engine. Her pussy wept with preparation. Shifting into gear, she drove out of the parking lot. His large truck filled her rearview. Her gut clenched. He maintained an exact distance behind her. If she sped up, so did he. Same if she slowed.
    She pulled into the garage lot and killed the engine. With a final deep breath, she reached for the handle only to find the door open. Zane loomed over her, still ever the gentleman, he held out a hand.
    Again, he led her to the driver’s door and she climbed in. His hand on her bare thigh halted her from leaving the middle section. She shivered at the rasp of calluses on her skin.
    “Where are we going?”
    “Somewhere we won’t be interrupted.”
    Every cell in her body, at his words, experienced a tremor with the decadent promise falling from his lips.
    “Oh.” Great job, Zoë, sound incompetent.
    She recognized the spot when he pulled off the road. A popular spot for the locals to visit. Wide fields dotted with tall trees. He shut off his truck and stepped out. Zane stuck his hand out and beckoned to her. She skimmed her tongue over her lips, took a deep breath, and placed her hand in his.

Chapter Three
    Zane drew her toward him, sliding her along the leather bench seat of his truck. The drive had been good for it allowed his anger to diminish. Zoë had said her brothers—along with his—had been taking her from area bars. If she’d been dressing like this they should be shadowing her much more closely.
    Finding her there dressed as she was with all those hungry men staring at her had released a beast he’d not known lived within him. As a man who’d spent his years in the Army honing his skills to kill had found himself desperate to do just that to all there who dared put eyes on her.
    The light whiff of candied lemon reached him. Zoë stared up at him, her legs pressing against his. Whenever she’d gone and grew up he didn’t have a clue. All he did know was she’d unleashed a craving within him.
    He cupped her face, her features delicate compared to his large, scarred hands. I’m no good for her. If I were smart, I would drive like Lucifer himself were chasing me back to her car and drive on without looking back, leaving her there. Alone.
    When his lips claimed hers, he realized and accepted he was a dumbass, for he had no intention of going anywhere