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slurped.
    I turned and glared at him as he lowered the mug, revealing a wicked grin.
    â€œEnjoying the blood?” I asked.
    Rather than answer, Fane tipped the mug back and drank down the rest. Once finished, he set it on the counter and licked his lips.
    â€œMay I have seconds?”
    I’d only managed to get peanut butter on one slice of bread.
    â€œSince you asked so nicely,” I said, returning to the blood bag in the fridge.
    I filled the mug a little more than halfway and heated it, but when I tried to hand it to Fane he shook his head and said, “That one’s for you.”
    Our eyes locked.
    Fine, if Fane wouldn’t take it, I’d set it on the countertop beside him. His eyes followed my movements.
    â€œWhy deny yourself the things you want most?” he asked.
    I swallowed, which drew Fane’s eyes to my throat.
    Why did he have to torment me this way? Anger swelled inside me. Life was an ocean breeze for Fane Donado. I’d never met a person more comfortable inside his own skin. He drifted through life all Joe Cool, doing whatever he wanted. He was a globetrotter, a daredevil, a high school delinquent—whatever struck his fancy at the moment, the way I did now.
    How long would that last before the next new experience beckoned him?
    I shoved my plate aside, not bothering with the clumpy jelly, which reminded me too much of blood clots.
    â€œI don’t want the blood.”
    Fane’s eyes widened at my gruff tone.
    I want you to want me forever , I thought. Oh, what a sucker I was. If I let Fane have me, he’d ride me just like a motorbike over the rough and tumble desert then move on at the finish line. He’d said it himself; he’d try anything once.
    Fane’s eyebrows furrowed. “What’s wrong?”
    I took a step toward him.
    â€œDo you believe in soul mates?” I asked.
    Fane leaned forward. Without a moment’s hesitation he answered, “I do now.”
    I searched his face for signs of mockery. Fane gazed back. He didn’t so much as blink as he stared into my eyes.
    Screw, “You had me at hello.” Fane had me at, “I do.”
    I lost it.
    I went straight for his provoking lips. He stood steady even as I launched myself against his chest and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his head toward mine.
    Once more, I was the girl on the public bus—the one wild with desire—unable to resist the pull of Fane’s magnetism. I longed to lose myself in the moment. I expected his lips to split apart into a wide Cheshire grin, but his eyes widened in surprise.
    Dread stabbed at my insides. Had I misread the signals? His earlier response?
    For one tortuous second, humiliation appeared imminent until Fane seized me in his arms—embracing me as though answering a long-awaited question. Our lips met with a crushing force that spread warmth through my entire body. Kissing him was like coming home to my most happy memories.
    Fane scooped me up into his arms. I wrapped my legs around him as he lifted me, my arms grasping his neck firmly. One glance at his fingers gripping my thigh and his leather bracelet was enough to make me squeeze him tighter.
    Where Fane was concerned, I didn’t need blood to go into an all-out lust frenzy.
    I sucked greedily on his tongue, coaxing it inside my mouth. When Fane let out a deep, shuddering breath, I smiled without breaking contact.
    He carried me out of the kitchen and backed me against the wall. His pelvis rocked against mine—push, push, push—as he kissed me roughly.
    The relentless rubbing made me want to lose the clothes already and take it all the way.
    I grabbed Fane by the shirt collar—breaking away only to gasp for breath between kisses.
    â€œI’ve missed you,” Fane rasped, following his words with a blaze of kisses all up and down my neck.
    I shuddered and squirmed between his abs and the rough wall. My body throbbed—begging for