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anyone to catch him by surprise, I was intrigued. I simply had to look at him.
    I turned, and the view was worth the trip.
    He’d tilted his head back, closed his eyes and parted his lips just enough so that the tips of his fangs glistened. His beautiful light blond hair flowed down his chest, soft and touchable. He was dressed in his usual snug black leather pants, and a vibrant blue silk T-shirt clung to his well-toned body, displaying it to perfection.
    I studied him, my heart pounding in lustful anticipation. He truly was an unusually beautiful man. He opened his eyes, and I felt myself falling, almost as if the carpet I’d been standing on had liquefied, and I sank into a blue-green universe. I’d never been totally sure what color his eyes were. What’s the difference between turquoise and aqua, anyway? Obviously arousal brought out the best in his devilish orbs, because they sparkled like gemstones. Or maybe it was a vampire thing. He gave a slow blink and a wicked smile quirked his lips. He slid his arms around my waist and pulled me close for a kiss.
    Without any more hesitation I looped my arms around his neck, fitted my body tightly against his and kissed him back. His mouth was wonderful. As he teased his tongue through my lips I opened for him, inviting him to take more. Regardless of any doubts I might have about my relationship with Devereux, our sexual chemistry was never in question.
    Part of me was lost in the delicious things his tongue was doing, but another part noticed the fact that we were standing in front of the window for all of Denver to see, and as soon as I thought that, I broke the kiss and nodded toward the glass. “Maybe we should take our reunion somewhere more private,” I suggested.
    “Yes. Privacy. I totally agree.”
    The office suite consisted of several rooms, one of which was a bedroom. Clients would never know what was behind that door, but Devereux and I had made ample use of it since I moved in, and I knew just what he had in mind when he scooped me up into his arms.
    He thought us into the bedroom. Moving through thought used to jar my equilibrium, but now I found it energizing. For some reason, I’d had far more difficulty believing bodies could shift through time and space than acknowledging the surreal fact that the world was populated with horror-movie creatures. Thinking of it, I really did have to give my brain credit for learning to deal with the impossible on a daily basis.
    Lighting the candles scattered throughout the area with his mind, he deposited me onto the large bed, which was covered with a white silk comforter. I sighed with pleasure as my body relaxed into the soft cloud of fabric.
    Oozing sexuality, Devereux stood next to the bed, staring at me. He tugged his T-shirt over his head in one smooth motion, leaving his pale chest bare except for the unique medallion he often wore. The necklace appeared ordinary enough, but I’d seen it flare like a beacon. I didn’t care what tricks it could perform, though. I was more interested in the muscular body it was nestled against.
    I thought about the near-true-death experiences he’d had since I met him, though he never mentioned them, and something in my expression must have drawn his attention, because he cocked his head and smiled.
    “Even without the ability to read your mind, it is easy to interpret the expression on your face, my love. You need not worry about me. I have fully recovered, and am stronger for all my challenges.” He slid his hand down the flat plane of his stomach and popped open the button on his pants. “Let me prove it to you.”
    Various parts of my body grinned, jumped up and down, and yelled, “Yippee!” The rest of me held my breath, reaching for the mental popcorn.
    He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and guided the leather down his legs. His long platinum hair fell forward like a silky curtain, and I had a sudden urge to grab that curtain and pull him down on top of me, but I