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pull me to my feet. I handed him his keys and watched as he opened one of the two apartment doors; from the glimpse I caught, he had come out of a cross hallway. He pulled me into the darkness and closed the door gently behind us before making use of all three locks. At last he turned, his face in shadow.
    For a moment, he didn’t seem to know what to say.
    “It’s okay now,” he offered. “You’re safe here. No one knows about this place but me.”
    It was too much. I frowned, trying to make sense of the words. He said something else, coming toward me, and I had the sense that the world, while already dark, was hazier than it should be somehow, and really oddly tilted.
    I was still trying to make sense of that part when I came to. There were strong arms around me, and someone whispering my name, and when I opened my eyes, his face was very close.
    I felt all the breath leave my body in a whoosh. In the living room, seated on my couch, he had looked dangerous and gorgeous all at once. In the stairwell, he had been determined—a machine, all grace, both deadly and beautiful. Now, here, with those muscles against me and the dig of what could only be a gun in a holster, there was no way to ignore the danger of him—or the beauty.
    “Are you—” He broke off raggedly as my fingers came up to touch his lips. “What are you…”
    “Shh.” I didn’t know what I was doing. It didn’t seem like I was doing it at all, in fact. His lips were perfect; I traced them as I looked up at his face.
    “There’s, ah…” He jerked his face away and took a deep breath. “There’s a bed, over there. I don’t mean—I’ll take the couch. I should get you up—”
    My fingers brushed across his cheekbone and he broke off. He paused before he looked at me.
    “I could get you some other clothes if you wanted.” By the look on his face, he didn’t remember what any of those words meant anymore. He’d forgotten everything.
    And I—I needed to forget. With his eyes still locked on mine, I took a handful of his white shirt. I hesitated for only a moment before I drew him down for a kiss.

Chapter 5
Jack
    I t had been torture to try to keep away from her, torture to hold her in my arms and not take this. And when she offered it—
    Lust exploded through me and I groaned as I thrust my tongue into her mouth. Her hand was so small, clenched in the fabric of my shirt, her lips soft, opening under mine. She clung to me like she was drowning, and I felt the sudden heat between her legs, through the thin fabric of her nightgown. She pressed against me, and I knew the rush of pure need inside her. There was only desire in her eyes, no other thought.
    I had her on her back on the floor in a second. My fingers cradled the back of her head as hers fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, and our lips never parted. She was yearning up to me, up to where I held myself away so as not to crush her. Clearly, she didn’t care about that—her fingers wrapped around my neck to pull me down, and she moaned when my lips found her throat.
    She was arching against me. Her hands skimmed over my arms, my shoulders, my hips, and every thought disappeared from my mind except one: her beneath me, legs wrapped around my waist and me buried deep inside her and her moaning against my mouth. There wasn’t a hint of hesitation in her.
    I heard a possessive growl burst out of me and I pulled the hem of her nightgown up, almost roughly. The skin of her legs was soft and smooth, inviting a more careful touch. Later, I told myself. Later, I’d run my hands all over her, learn everything she liked, give it to her until she shuddered around my cock. I had the thought of her on her hands and knees, pressing her round ass up as I drove into her from behind, and nearly came then.
    “The bed.” My voice was rough.
    She made a little noise, a question that she matched by arching her body against mine once more.
    “You’ll get bruised if we stay here.” I was on my