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suggested. His hand moved along her waist, smoothing against the material of her stomach. “For instance, some things just need the basic instruments to work out perfectly. Adding anything complicated into the mix,” he commented as his eyes dropped to her mouth, “only adds confusion and chaos.”
    She tried to take a breath, but everything inside of her was waiting breathlessly for him to kiss her. A part of her mind reminded her that she’d only met this man…a half hour ago? She was not here to be seduced. She was the one who was doing the tricking.
    But nothing in her could have moved her body away from his touch. The man who’d accosted her when she’d first entered the nightclub had been good looking. The man she’d dated a few times last month had been handsome. But Rocco Antoniv, she was finding, was both of those things and neither. He wasn’t traditionally handsome but the dangerous aura around him, the magnetic pull that drew her closer and wouldn’t relinquish its hold, was shockingly powerful. There was something about him that pulled her closer, shutting off her mind. Dangerous for a reporter, but unavoidable nonetheless.
    “I have to leave,” she told him in a whisper, but she didn’t even shift on her aching feet.
    “You have to kiss me,” he countered.
    She gasped, her eyes moving from his lips to his eyes. “That would be dangerous,” she whispered up at him. It seemed like they should be screaming at each other over the din of the music and other conversations, but she didn’t hear anything other than his words, his breathing. Her mind focused only on this man and the way he was touching her.
    “Kissing would be…” whatever she was going to say was gone as his lips touched hers. This was not a kiss. She’d been kissed before. Kissing was a mild, tender touching of lips, a pleasing greeting or goodnight. This was neither of those.
    This was possession!
    Brianna didn’t have the experience with men to deal with this kiss. She couldn’t counter the feelings his lips, and then his tongue, demanded of her and she shivered, but couldn’t hold back. She was this man’s captive, reacting to his mouth, whimpering with equal need as his hands pulled her closer, pressing her hips against his. She felt the hardness of his body, moved, shifted and struggled to get closer. She couldn’t handle this, so she simply reacted as his mouth devoured hers in a demanding kiss that she felt all the way down to her toes.
    She had no idea how long the kiss lasted. It could have been moments or hours. She’d completely lost the ability to gauge time, or even to think logically. All she knew was that this man, his touch and the hard body under her fingers, was her universe at the moment and she never wanted this feeling to stop.
    He lifted his head and looked down at her, his eyes heating her up more than the bodies surrounding her. “Let’s dance,” he said. He didn’t wait for an answer, simply took her hand and led her right back down the spiral staircase. When they reached the dance floor, there was yet another pulsing song but Rocco simply pulled her into his arms. The song that had originally felt like a rock/techno beat turned into a love song with his arms around her. He didn’t give her an inch of space but instead, pulled her body against his, moving to the beat of the music, but there seemed to be a different song in her head. Her arms lifted languidly, wrapping around his neck while her body shifted and moved against his. Her mouth fell open slightly when his leg pressed between hers but, for some reason, she wasn’t able to stop him. In fact, as the song progressed, she needed that leg, his strong thigh, those muscles….
    She could barely breathe as his hands held her waist, inching ever so slightly higher until his thumbs were resting just below her breasts, his fingers on her waist. But she didn’t want his hands there! She wanted, needed, his hands…higher. Her eyes looked up into