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turned to me, hot intention written on his face so large even I could read it.
    “I can’t.” I backed slowly away. “I’ve got to get home.”
    He followed. “So you said. But you never told me why.”
    “It’s complicated.” I hit the handrail.
    “Let’s uncomplicate it.” He leaned his forearm on the wall above my head and bent toward me, black gaze zeroed in on my mouth.
    “Wait!” I ducked under his arm and leaped for the other side of the elevator. “Why are you doing this? You could have anyone. Why me? I’m nobody.”
    “Let’s get one thing straight.” He stalked me until I backed into the wall with a thud. He slapped palms beside my head and stared deep into my eyes. “You are not nobody. You are a beautiful, talented, intelligent young woman. You are desirable , Raquel Hrbek. I desire you.” He bent, slowly, so that I could have stopped him.
    “You desire everyone,” I breathed onto his lips. “You’re a playboy. You’re so full of desire it spills over onto everyone in the room, making them yours to command.”
    “Not everyone.” His lips brushed mine as he spoke. His lids were low, his voice dark and heavy with intent. “I don’t want everyone. Just you.” Something flickered briefly in his dark, slumberous gaze, as if he had surprised himself with the words, but it was quickly replaced by liquid fire. “Just you,” he repeated firmly.
    Just you . It resonated deep inside me. He could have any woman for his pleasure. But he wanted me.
    I wanted that. Him wanting me: I craved it, needed it with a fierceness that shocked me.
    As his mouth opened on mine, that shocking hot need urged me to meet him halfway, with my lips parted to take his big tongue.
    He groaned his pleasure. His hand dropped from the wall to run along my collarbone, down my breastbone, to shape my breast. I arched into his hand, my nipple rubbing his palm like a butting cat. His fingers squeezed gently. My nipple tightened and my breast throbbed, heavy and full. I moaned and arched harder. He shifted his grip to brush his thumb over the sensitized tip, repeatedly, a light feather touch over and over until I went insane, aching for more.
    But his big body pressed me tightly against the wall, so the ache translated into wriggling and undulating against him. At my wiggling, a growl rumbled up from his chest. I turned my head from his plunging tongue to whisper, “Did I do something wrong?”
    He gave a pained laugh. “Not at all. Can’t you tell?” He took my hand…and placed it on his zipper.
    Something was wrong with his pants. “What’s that?”
    He pulled back abruptly. His black eyes were intense but one brow was cocked in disbelief. “You can’t be that innocent.”
    I was, and I wasn’t. I excelled in the solo version of sex, and had even participated in a couple of quick duets. But they’d been all about plunging parts, never kissing and touching. No one seemed interested in dueting with me—at least, nobody sent out signals that I could read. Until Zajicek.
    By this time I’d figured out what was probably wrong with his pants, and that it was really something incredibly right. I smiled into his eyes. “I’d love to—”
    Bringgg . I jumped. The elevator call trilled again.
    Bam-bam . “Open up! It’s an emergency.”

Chapter Five
    “ Sakra .” It sounded like a swear, and Zajicek’s face was certainly dark as he glanced at the elevator doors. He briskly twitched my blouse into neatness, then strode to the floor selection plate and pulled the stop button. The elevator bounced once hitting bottom. Instantly he hit door open.
    A hospital crew muscled in a gurney, raised at the feet. A mounded blanket covered some poor soul.
    Zajicek’s black brows snapped together in a frown. “Mr. Hutt?”
    The face above the blanket was Kevin’s. But it was no longer rosy and his eyes were closed. I grabbed his hand. It was cold. I was about to freak when I realized the mound of his stomach was