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struggled against him until he clamped his arm around her waist and his other hand laced painfully into her hair. “I haven’t seen you in months and all I get is an angry kitten.”
    “Let me go,” she whispered, wishing desperately his phone would ring so he would have to let her go.
    “Can’t do that,” he said, his voice sounding like gravel. The fingers still threaded through her hair, tightened suddenly and he pulled her head down closing the short distance between them. She closed her eyes and tried to turn her head but his mouth crashed into hers, his tongue sliding in between startled lips, laying ruin to every single shred of defense she had gathered up in the last few months.
    She couldn’t actually seem to stop her arms from going around him and her body from melting into his. She’d forgotten how big he was. He was easily over six three and years of training had carved him down to lean, hard muscle. It had never intimidated her before, but now, like this, she felt small, delicate, almost fragile.
    Jen hated to feel fragile. Jen refused to feel fragile. She tried to pull back but his arm tightened and he tilted her head, taking the kiss deeper, teasing the hunger that always simmered below her surface until she was lost. She kissed him back, meeting the hot glide of his tongue, letting herself taste him, opening up even more to him, letting him in, dropping her guard, exposing her heart.
    And the second she did, he eased back and broke the contact of their mouths. Her eyes flickered open to find his expression far from glacial anymore. The lust raging just below his surface singed her skin. Her lips parted and ached for him, but before she could kiss him again he set her away from him so quickly she nearly fell across the seat of the limo. It took her a second to register that all the delicious heat was no longer there. For one wild, hysterical second, she almost flung herself back at him.
    He had shut them down the moment she had let go.
    Lust boiled and transformed into an unfamiliar anger for Jen.  Probably for the first time in her life, Jen actually got mad at Stefan.  It was impossible to tell which one of them was more shocked when she said, “It must be nice having an on/off switch like that.  But don't bother flipping mine on again if you can’t handle the results.” She dragged air into her lungs, feeling like she’d just woken from a disorienting dream. She almost laughed at the way he was watching her as if seeing her for the first time. The smile that curved his perfectly sculpted mouth made her fingers curl and her nails itch to scratch his eyes out.
    “Well, Paris was good for something.” His eyes glittered with amusement, but his breathing still wasn’t steady. “Our kitten grew claws.”
    “Go to hell.” She crossed her arms against her chest so she wouldn’t lash out at him again. She sat up in her seat and threw her one leg across the other. Kitten? Kitten! She flexed her fingers wishing for a second that she did have claws. She was not fragile and she was certainly not a kitten.
    “I’ll let you in on a secret, Jen.”
    He was leaning close to her again but she refused to meet his eyes. The anger felt so good, and she positively clung to it. Her blood was finally moving through her veins again. She felt...alive. It felt great.
    “I like claws,” he whispered, the husky voice sending wildfire rushing under her skin again.
    She turned her head and found he was much closer than she expected. She had no way to describe the expression on his face, but it quickly melted into shock when she closed the distance between them and ran her tongue across his bottom lip.
    “Meow,” she purred, and swallowed down bubbles of laughter as she watched at least fifteen different emotions clobber him at once. “I don’t need claws,” she informed him.
    Thankfully his cell phone rang because her heart really was about to blow right out of her chest. She smiled to herself as she heard