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ears. She could barely think. Her mind was melting along with her body. So hot. Her breasts were on fire. She needed to drive away. Her finger instinctively went to the starter.
    â€œDon’t.” His voice was low. She froze, her gaze skittering to his. “Get out of that fucking car right now.”
    She didn’t dare obey him. His voice was every bit as husky as hers. Predatory. Hungry. She tried to shake her head, to tell him it wasn’t a good idea, but he was down the walkway and leaning into her car to unhook her seat belt. He simply liftedher into his arms, pulling her right out of the car and striding back to his house.
Into the house.
    She felt his hands burning like brands where he touched her. She clung to him, staring into his eyes, shocked at his behavior. All the while that burn got hotter until she was afraid she’d burst into flames. He slammed the door behind them and put her down, leaving her breathless. Her breasts heaving. Her stomach rolling. Damp heat spreading like wildfire between her legs.
    â€œTake off your shoes.” It was a clear order, delivered in a harsh, rough voice that seemed to stroke her skin and leave behind flames.
    She licked her lips, looking up at him. She was in way over her head, but he was so compelling she couldn’t move.
    Impatient, a snarl on his face, he bent to the pale green strappy sandals and undid them, lifting her leg to force her to step out of them. She backed away from him on bare feet, unsure what to do.
    â€œI’m not supposed to be in here. In your house,” she blurted stupidly.

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    E LIJAH stalked toward her. Siena backed up at the fury gathering in his eyes. It was so intense, the room smoldered with his temper. She had no idea why he was angry, but when her back hit the wall, she gave a small cry and turned to flee the house. Elijah smacked the wall hard, his hands on either side of her body, caging her in.
    â€œI’ll just bet you’re not supposed to come in the house,” he hissed, his body utterly still. His eyes were so focused on her, she felt pinned beneath his stare. Mesmerized. His prey. Unable to move.
    One hand came up to her hair, his fingers going to the elastic holding her ponytail in place. He dragged it out and sifted his fingers through it. “Soft as it looks. Is your skin as fuckin’ soft as it looks?”
    She couldn’t look away from his eyes. His pupils were nearly gone. His breath was an invitation. And then his fist was in her hair, dragging her head back. Her heart stuttered.Pounded. A dark whisper of a thrill crept down her spine. Her breasts swelled. Ached. Her sex clenched. Burned. She couldn’t look away from his eyes, mesmerized by the hunger there and a dark lust so intense, her own hunger escalated.
    Elijah’s mouth slammed down on hers, and she was lost. There was no telling him she didn’t know what she was doing. She didn’t have time to think. She couldn’t think. There was thunder in her ears, her blood roaring, her mind melting completely.
    There was only his mouth brutally taking hers. Hard. Demanding. Almost savage. She caught at him, arms sliding around his neck, fingers searching for the thick, wavy hair at the back of his neck, standing on her toes, giving herself completely to him, lost in the beauty of his mouth. Of his dark, wet, terrible kiss. Her mouth was as out of control as his, following wherever he led, seeking the fire, needing it. She wanted him to devour her. She wanted to devour him. She was ravenous for him. She couldn’t get close enough to him.
    His skin was hot and she had to feel it, the hard surface, the heat—he was nearly as hot as she was. Her fingers curled in his hair as their mouths consumed each other. His hands went to her camisole, ripping at it, jerking the material down, so her generous breasts spilled out over the top, the material holding the soft mounds up to him like an offering.
    She cried out when