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She blinked in surprise. “You shouldn’t be able to do that.”
“I do many things I shouldn’t be able to do,” Rafferty murmured. She caught her breath and eyed him warily, his desire sparking at the look in her eyes.
Was it admiration?
Was it an answering heat?
Or did he see the invitation he wanted to see?
Rafferty handed the camera back to her, letting their fingers brush in the transaction. Her skin was soft, and she didn’t recoil from his touch. He was certain that she let her fingers linger against his. “With our business completed, I bid you good evening.”
“That’s it?” she said, a challenge in her tone.
Or was it disappointment?
Rafferty met her gaze, and she lifted her chin.
Then she smiled a smile that could only have been called seductive. Her perfume seemed stronger then, as if it would ensnare him completely. Rafferty’s blood roared right on cue, and he found himself lifting his hand from the doorknob.
He could not resist. “Is that an invitation?”
Her smile warmed. “Don’t make me ask twice.”
His heart leapt at the welcome in her eyes.
She pivoted then and strolled into the house, shedding her coat on the way. Rafferty watched avidly. She put the camera down on a table in the foyer and glanced toward him.
He’d been right—it was a dare. He could tell by the light in her eyes. And the curve of her lips was an invitation he wasn’t inclined to refuse. He surveyed her, letting his appreciation of her beauty show, and his smile broadened when she flushed slightly.
She didn’t flinch.
Even though she knew his truth.
A bold beauty, then. Forthright. Decisive. Attractive and intelligent. Not averse to risk. Rafferty liked that, liked that it was a different tendency than his own. Desire stirred deep within him one more time, more vigorous and demanding than it had been in a long, long time.
This was a rare and possibly treacherous impulse. He wasn’t entirely certain that they adhered to the same moral code, that they would draw the line between good and evil in the same place. His attraction to a woman he knew so little—and about whom he had so many questions—had to be due to the pending eclipse. He didn’t know her name. He didn’t know her allegiances. He didn’t know her intent.
And Rafferty didn’t care.
He wanted her, and that was all that mattered. He surrendered to his desire, despite the danger.
He’d take this risk, and take it willingly.
“Maybe that’s not quite it, then,” he murmured, and stepped into the house. He flicked the door shut with his fingertips, then closed the distance between them. The dragon within roared in anticipation, and his heart skipped a beat.
She held her ground as she watched his approach, a choice that excited him even more. He heard her catch her breath, saw the anticipation light her eyes. That she could want him, even knowing what he was, and that she would lift her hand to his shoulder and part her lips in welcome were more than he expected.
It was all he needed. Rafferty bent his head and caught those full soft lips beneath his own, his heart pounding when she touched her tongue to his.
Then he caught her against him, spreading his hand across the small of her back, and lost himself in the passion of her kiss.
Unbelievable.
He kissed like a god. Melissa knew she shouldn’t have been surprised. He was both tender and demanding, an intoxicating combination that left her hungry for more. She hadn’t kissed a man in half of forever, but this man’s kiss had definitely been worth the wait.
His mouth closed over hers with a surety; yet at the same time, Melissa knew she could have pushed him aside with a fingertip. He was so powerful, so confident—so sexy —but she instinctively understood that he wouldn’t take more than she offered.
That made her want to offer him everything.
Immediately.
It made her want to shake him, stir him, drive him wild, and wring him dry. He was vibrant and
She blinked in surprise. “You shouldn’t be able to do that.”
“I do many things I shouldn’t be able to do,” Rafferty murmured. She caught her breath and eyed him warily, his desire sparking at the look in her eyes.
Was it admiration?
Was it an answering heat?
Or did he see the invitation he wanted to see?
Rafferty handed the camera back to her, letting their fingers brush in the transaction. Her skin was soft, and she didn’t recoil from his touch. He was certain that she let her fingers linger against his. “With our business completed, I bid you good evening.”
“That’s it?” she said, a challenge in her tone.
Or was it disappointment?
Rafferty met her gaze, and she lifted her chin.
Then she smiled a smile that could only have been called seductive. Her perfume seemed stronger then, as if it would ensnare him completely. Rafferty’s blood roared right on cue, and he found himself lifting his hand from the doorknob.
He could not resist. “Is that an invitation?”
Her smile warmed. “Don’t make me ask twice.”
His heart leapt at the welcome in her eyes.
She pivoted then and strolled into the house, shedding her coat on the way. Rafferty watched avidly. She put the camera down on a table in the foyer and glanced toward him.
He’d been right—it was a dare. He could tell by the light in her eyes. And the curve of her lips was an invitation he wasn’t inclined to refuse. He surveyed her, letting his appreciation of her beauty show, and his smile broadened when she flushed slightly.
She didn’t flinch.
Even though she knew his truth.
A bold beauty, then. Forthright. Decisive. Attractive and intelligent. Not averse to risk. Rafferty liked that, liked that it was a different tendency than his own. Desire stirred deep within him one more time, more vigorous and demanding than it had been in a long, long time.
This was a rare and possibly treacherous impulse. He wasn’t entirely certain that they adhered to the same moral code, that they would draw the line between good and evil in the same place. His attraction to a woman he knew so little—and about whom he had so many questions—had to be due to the pending eclipse. He didn’t know her name. He didn’t know her allegiances. He didn’t know her intent.
And Rafferty didn’t care.
He wanted her, and that was all that mattered. He surrendered to his desire, despite the danger.
He’d take this risk, and take it willingly.
“Maybe that’s not quite it, then,” he murmured, and stepped into the house. He flicked the door shut with his fingertips, then closed the distance between them. The dragon within roared in anticipation, and his heart skipped a beat.
She held her ground as she watched his approach, a choice that excited him even more. He heard her catch her breath, saw the anticipation light her eyes. That she could want him, even knowing what he was, and that she would lift her hand to his shoulder and part her lips in welcome were more than he expected.
It was all he needed. Rafferty bent his head and caught those full soft lips beneath his own, his heart pounding when she touched her tongue to his.
Then he caught her against him, spreading his hand across the small of her back, and lost himself in the passion of her kiss.
Unbelievable.
He kissed like a god. Melissa knew she shouldn’t have been surprised. He was both tender and demanding, an intoxicating combination that left her hungry for more. She hadn’t kissed a man in half of forever, but this man’s kiss had definitely been worth the wait.
His mouth closed over hers with a surety; yet at the same time, Melissa knew she could have pushed him aside with a fingertip. He was so powerful, so confident—so sexy —but she instinctively understood that he wouldn’t take more than she offered.
That made her want to offer him everything.
Immediately.
It made her want to shake him, stir him, drive him wild, and wring him dry. He was vibrant and
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