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packing. Picking up the manila folder off her desk, she offered it to him. “Here’s what you came for.”
    Tyson moved toward her with calm, deliberate strides, and when he came to a stop directly in front of her, she tried ignoring the sparks going off inside her. Instead of accepting the folder, he reached out and brushed the tips of his fingers across her cheek. “That’s not what I came for, Hunter. This is.”
    And before she could draw her next breath, he leaned in and captured her mouth with his.
    * * *
    Tyson hadn’t lied when he’d told Hunter that this was what he’d come for. He refused to suffer through another dream where he’d kissed her madly without getting a taste of the real thing. And now he was discovering that no dream could compare. It didn’t come close.
    He’d known when he took her mouth that he risked getting his tongue bitten off. Evidently she needed this kiss as much as he did if the way her tongue was mating with his was anything to go by. He could taste her hunger in this kiss, and he could feel the passion and the desire engulfing them. He was greedily lapping up her mouth.
    He’d kissed her once before, years ago behind the lockers at school. It had been way too short and at the time he hadn’t known how to use his tongue like he did now. He hadn’t known how much kissing could thoroughly arouse a man when done the right way and with the right woman.
    Tyson wrapped his arms around Hunter’s waist to bring her closer. Never had any woman’s mouth tasted so delicious, so hot that it was heating the blood rushing through his veins. In seconds he had her purring and himself moaning.
    He heard the folder she’d been holding fall to the floor seconds before she wrapped her arms around his neck as he continued to feast on her mouth. He moaned again when he felt her hardened nipples press into his chest. And if that wasn’t bad enough, her scent was all around him, seducing him in a way no other woman had ever been capable of doing.
    He knew this kiss was the beginning and was determined for it not to be the end. He had succeeded in breaking through her shell, but it was imperative not to push too hard and too soon. So he did what he really didn’t want to do—pull back from the kiss.
    Before she could say anything—he was certain it would be something he didn’t want to hear right then—he leaned close and whispered against her moist lips. “Have dinner with me, Hunter.”
    * * *
    Hunter could only stand there, feeling weak in the knees, while she gazed into the green eyes staring back at her. One minute Tyson had been standing in front of her and the next he had his tongue in her mouth. And the minute she tasted it she was powerless to resist him.
    His kiss had been possessive. It had sent her emotions in a tailspin, accelerating out of control. At the time, something had convinced her that she desperately needed the urgent mating of his tongue with hers and she’d given in to it. Now that the kiss was over, common sense had returned and she was thinking more rationally. At least she hoped so.
    â€œHunter?”
    She drew in a deep breath. He had asked her to have dinner with him and there was no way she could do that, especially after that kiss. He had shown her what could happen if she lowered her guard with him just for one moment. “I can’t have dinner with you.”
    He frowned down at her. “You can’t or you won’t?”
    It was basically the same thing in her book. “Does it matter?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œNot to me, Tyson.”
    â€œWhat are you afraid of?”
    That question irked her. “I’m not afraid of anything.”
    He crossed his arms over his chest. “Do you know what I think?”
    â€œNot really.”
    â€œI’m going to tell you anyway. I think you’re afraid that I have the capability to make you feel like a