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this relationship again?”
    “No, I heard you the first time.” There was a gleam in his eyes that she didn’t quite trust. “You’re here for a small bowl of stew, friendly conversation and the sex. Mutual physical release.” His voice deepened as he stalked her and backed her against the bench, his arms coming either side of her to pin her there. “It’s not as if I’m against this notion.”
    She’d look him in the eye in a minute. Right after she’d finished starting at his mouth.
    “I only have about three hours to spare,” she murmured.
    Not that she wanted to rush him or anything, but he hadn’t kissed her yet. An oversight he needed to rectify fast. “I can be done with the conversation any time you like.”
    He smiled and brushed warm lips against hers. The kiss deepened, and he lifted her up and she wrapped her arms and legs around him and clung. She loved the easy strength in him. There was more than he let on. She loved the way he handled her body, the hungry possession as he ran one hand up her spine and the other curled around one buttock and thigh. And how his fingers managed to brush along her center along the way. “I love your hands.”
    “You should. They worship you.”
    “How fast can you eat your stew?”
    “I’m thinking food can wait.”
    He took her to his bedroom, a plain room with a king sized bed in it and she heartily approved. He reacquainted himself with every inch of her and she did the same to him. With lips and hands she worshipped and fed. One kiss sliding into the next, robbing her of breath and the will to more closely examine what was happening between them.
    This was happening. And she’d never had any defense against it.
    With infinite patience and a whole lot of devilry, Finn didn’t stop teasing until he had her spread naked before him, wanton and willing to do anything for one more piece of him.
    “I hate you,” she said as he built her towards a crescendo yet again and then held off on delivery.
    “No you don’t.”
    No she didn’t. He entered her in one smooth thrust and she clenched around him, so close to gone, and he buried his face in the curve of her neck and breathed in deep as he stilled and backed her away from the edge. “This no strings sex we keep having,” he murmured, and ran his lips along her ear, possibly to make absolutely sure she was listening. “The kind where you surrender your soul to me and I feed it straight back to you?” He started to move, slow and sure. “People can spend a lifetime looking for this.”
    He didn’t let her talk. He ripped her to climax instead and rode her straight through it, grinding down hard and not letting her subside at all before shooting her higher.
    Only when they lay spent some twenty minutes later, curled into each other on their sides, short of breath and slick with sweat and other happy liquids, did he speak again.
    “We could build on this,” he offered as he smoothed her hair away from her face with tender fingers and Dawn felt her heart sink at the unspoken plea for more.
    She couldn’t do it.
    “Second date syndrome,” she countered quietly as blissful lassitude warred with her need to be on the defensive. “What I want from you hasn’t changed. Don’t go there, Finn. Please.”
    “It’s too late.” He pinned her with that glorious green stare. “I’m already there.”
    “You don’t know me.” Reaction was starting to set in. From the incendiary sex. From the threat he posed to her wellbeing. From the dice he didn’t even know he was rolling when it came to his own wellbeing. “You won’t like what you find.”
    “You don’t get to make that decision for me. You give me a chance.” Dominance was alive and well in him and part of her thrilled to it even as the rest of her trembled. She should have guessed. A man didn’t get to be at the top of his profession without bulldozing through barriers fashioned by others. “Tell me what you think I won’t like about