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type.”
    His eyes had narrowed, but his lips lifted just a bit at the corners. “The hell you don’t. That little puppy dog that tried his hand at impressing you on the dance floor didn’t have a prayer, because you need someone who is going to impress you before you yield.”
    â€œYou sound like a caveman.”
    He reached out and clasped her nape, curling his hand around the slender column of her neck and pressing with his fingers into those points of tension she seemed to always have. He gave her just a taste of his strength, enough to unleash a flood of heat before he released her.
    He chuckled softly when she averted her gaze to keep him from seeing what she felt. “What’s wrong? Don’t know what to do when there’s no way to divert your attention away from how I affect you?”
    Exactly.
    She was forced to admit there was a lot of truth in what he was saying.
    â€œNartan, this is just going to get messy.”
    â€œYou don’t trust a confident man, but there is no way you’d surrender to one who wasn’t confident.” His voice hardened. “Your ex is succeeding in getting you to build your own prison.”
    Was that true?
    She hated the fact that it might be.
    He reached out again. Doing it slowly, testing her nerve. She felt the distance between them closing, everything slowing down as she became immersed in the sharp sensation of anticipation.
    But she didn’t pull back. She locked gazes with him. “You might be right.”
    â€œAnd you don’t like that?”
    â€œNo.” She stepped closer to him. “Let’s see if it was moon madness last night.”
    All of her senses were heightened, her skin ultrasensitive when he brushed the surface of her cheek with his fingertips. She shivered, her eyes slipping closed as she savored the connection between them.
    For just a moment, time froze and she allowed herself to enjoy the contact. Oh yes, she had forgotten how good it felt to be touched.
    Decadent…
    She opened her eyes when she realized she’d never enjoyed a man’s touch as much. This was more intense and far more likely to explode.
    â€œYou’re fire.” She shook her head, intending to sever the connection between their gazes, but he slid his hand into her hair, rubbing across her scalp before he closed the distance between them and tightened his fist in her hair.
    â€œI could make the same accusation.” His eyes glittered with need. “I haven’t stopped thinking about kissing you again.”
    She gasped, the sight of him on the edge driving her closer to it herself. He leaned down and captured the sound with his lips.
    It wasn’t a hard kiss.
    She could have pulled away from a hard, possessive claiming of her lips.
    Nartan started with soft pressure that stole her breath. It might have been slow, but he still pressed his mouth against hers with all the solid confidence she’d accused him of. It was there in the way he slid his lips across hers. Once, twice, and then a third time before he teased her lower lip with a soft lick.
    Everything except the connection between them ceased to register. She reached for him, smoothing her hands down the cotton of his shirt. She dipped her fingers beneath the blue tie, determined to get closer to his skin.
    She could smell him. That musky scent that turned her on as much as the way he stroked her tongue with his. It was masterful and arrogant, and excitement tore through her like lightning and left a burning trail behind.
    She twisted toward him, straining upward so she could kiss him. The hold on her nape changed, tightening as he growled. He curled his other arm around her, binding her against his body as she reached for his hair and pulled his head closer against her own.
    The kiss became demanding and hard. He pulled her right off her feet and pressed her up against the wall of the building. He reached down, sliding his hand across the curve