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been feeling strange.”
    He leaned closer, his eyes intent.
    Damn.
    She fixated on his lips, those perfectly molded lips. His
tongue dabbed at them, an unconscious gesture perhaps. Then again, perhaps not.
    Whatever had happened out there in sector four, it was clear
something within her had changed. In addition to her frequent and irresistible
urges to fuck any man who came within spitting distance, she had developed an
uncanny ability to sense a man’s arousal. And stroke it.
    When she was close to a man, especially an undeniably
attractive man like Riley, she became super aware of his every breath. The way
his pupils dilated when she touched him, however innocently. The way his pores
opened when she was near, the subtle scent he emitted. Hell, she could feel his
heart rate increase, his temperature infinitesimally rise.
    “Strange, how?” He set his palm gently to her forehead and
then to her cheek.
    A shiver, harsh and hollow, slashed through her. A ravaging
hunger settled in her belly. “I’ve been…” She let her lashes flicker. “Horny.”
    He sat back suddenly. His heat receded with him and she
ached to draw it back, to wrap it around her like a blanket. She glanced up to
see his Adam’s apple bobble.
    “Um. Horny?”
    “God, yes.” She met his eyes and willed him closer.
    Instead he stood and showed her his back. “Anything else?”
    Sage frowned, although it was a wasted effort since he kept
his back to her. She rubbed her belly again, as though this could still the
peculiar churning there. It felt good and it ached, all at the same time.
“Cramps.”
    He looked at her, from across the room. Too far. Too far
away.
    “Fever.”
    He stepped closer. “You didn’t feel warm a minute ago.”
    “It comes and goes. With the hunger.”
    “Hunger?” His brow quirked. He leaned against the back of
the chair facing hers.
    “Oh. And it…hurts to urinate.”
    “Really?” He sat. Ah yes. He sat. Close to her again. A
sweet warmth gushed through her.
    She leaned closer. “It hurts…and it feels good.”
    “Well.” He was comfortable again, cloaked in the mantle of
his profession. Safe from inconvenient feelings. Feelings of a personal nature.
A sexual nature.
    Because he wanted her. She could smell it. He wanted her and
he was fighting the urge.
    “Sounds like a urinary tract infection.”
    She nodded. Smiled. Leaned closer. “Can you fix it?”
    “Well, sure. A simple antibiotic should do the trick.”
    “And the hunger? Can you fix that too?” Her message was
clear. She saw it in the flush crawling up his neck. God. She wanted him. And
she wanted him now.
    He cleared his throat. Looked away. “You could eat
something.”
    “It’s not that kind of hunger, Riley.” She traced the
nodules on his knee.
    His entire body stiffened. “Sage…”
    “Riley.” She angled out of her chair and stood before him,
one hand on his shoulder.
    He looked up at her, his jaw slack. She caressed his nape,
toyed with the thick waves of his hair. He closed his eyes and muttered a
curse.
    “This is wrong,” he said under his breath.
    She ignored him. Hunger burned, pulsed within her. It
consumed and controlled her. She stepped closer, straddled his thighs and sat
on his lap. She rubbed her clit against the ridge of his cock and sucked in a
breath at the sensation. So good.
    He didn’t stop her. Good.
    She laced her fingers through his hair and tipped his chin
up, making his neck a clear target. And she feasted. Dear God, he tasted good.
Smelled good. Of arousal and heat and caged sperm. She arched against him
again, rubbing against the bulge in his jeans.
    “Riley,” she whispered. “I’m hungry for you.”
    “Please, Sage.” His breath was a hiss. “We shouldn’t.”
    “We must. I need you to fill me. Cure me.” She found and
fisted his erection.
    He shuddered beneath her ministrations, but still he managed
to resist. He lifted her, his tight grasp biting the tender flesh of her upper
arms.
    “No,