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piss her off. “Look, buddy, I’m all out of pepper spray, but I’m sitting in a car and I’m not afraid to use it.” She looked meaningfully at the shiny, expensive Harley blocking her path.
     
    His gaze traveled over her, catching on the painful, damaged sections of her skin. “You need healing.”
     
    “Yeah. I’ll go to the hos—”
     
    He reached out and pulled her car door off the hinges, then threw it aside as if it weighed nothing.
     
    “No.
Just no
.” Jessa shook her head and scrambled into the passenger side. “No, okay?
No
.” She opened the passenger-side door and prepared to run.
     
    But he was there, blocking her path. “You don’t understand. Where there is one of those things, there are more. You are in danger.”
     
    The man radiated a palpable aura of menace as he loomed over her. She gave him an up and down sweep of her gaze. He still had ice in his hair. “Clearly.”
     
    “You’re not in danger from me.”
     
    “And my father was the Easter Bunny.”
     
    He grabbed her wrist, right below one of the light gray expanses of skin; the area had the imprint of Fanged Thing’s fingers on it, as though she’d been marked with frostbite by his skin touching hers. She yelped.
     
    The man laid his hand over the injury and it warmed immediately. When he lifted his fingers, her skin was back to its regular peachy tan color.
     
    Jessa took a step back, her eyes wide. “I didn’t just see that. I didn’t—”
     
    He grabbed her other arm.
     
    “Stop doing that!” By the time she’d uttered the sentence, her other arm was healed. Then he pressed his fingers ontothe few places where Fanged Thing’s saliva had dripped on her.
     
    “Anywhere else?” he growled at her.
     
    She shook her head, blinking rapidly with nervousness.
     
    “You’re healed.”
     
    “Thank you.” She tried to step away, but he held her fast. “Uh, you can let me go now.”
     
    He stared at her as though he hadn’t heard a word she’d said. Tipping his head to the side, he examined her with thorough interest. A strange, intense light had entered his eyes and she took a step backward.
     
    There was something about this man that told her to back off—apart from the outward signs, the cycle, the leather, the scowl. There was something inside him that screamed
danger, cross to the other side of the street
.
     
    She had the urge to rip her arm away from him, but she stood her ground. He was so close to her that his breath stirred the fine hairs around her face. Heat rolled off him and she absorbed it into her own skin. Despite the threat he emanated, her body started a slow, sexual burn. She tried to ignore it, push it away. Now was not the time and this was definitely
not
the man.
     
    And man,
oh, man
. He was every inch a man.
     
    The lines of his face were hard and cold, set in an almost cruel expression. This was a man who was both brutal and beautiful. But even though his expression was harsh, his brown eyes were filled with heat and emotion. It softened him.
     
    As he stood staring at her, his eyes clouded, becoming distant, and a muscle worked in his jaw. As though he might be warring with himself over something. She’d never known brown eyes could look that hot. It made her whole body tighten with sexual awareness. Worse, his gaze probably mirrored her own.
     
    Well, hell.
     
    Then the man reached out, snagged her sweater with one big hand, and pulled her flush up against his chest. His bodyheat rolled off him and enveloped her, making her heart rate speed up.
     
    A huge, strong hand grasped the nape of her neck, the other hand going to the small of her back. She made a small noise in her throat, but it wasn’t of fear—not exactly … not totally. She should have been frightened, should have been fighting him, but there something inside her that thrilled at this man’s touch. She didn’t want to get away, even though that desire made no sense at all. Her libido really