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ever doubted it, he stepped up close and personal, toe to toe, flattening his hands on the wall on either side of her head.
    “What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.
    “I don’t know. Leena.”
    Steam came out of her pretty ears at that. Oh, yeah, his gorgeous, strong, stubborn as hell Maddie was good and ticked off now.
    Which made two of them. Why the hell wouldn’t she trust him enough to let him in on what was happening? Did she think he couldn’t sense that this was serious, deadly serious, and that she was in danger? It scared him. She scared him.
    Frustrated and hot under the collar, he leaned in, wishing she didn’t smell so damn good…
    “Maddie’ll—”
    “What?” he murmured, watching the pulse at the base of her neck race. “Maddie’ll what?”
    Her eyes narrowed as she clearly fought between admitting that she wasn’t Leena and her own damn pride, which wouldn’t allow her to admit anything. Neither could she fully squash the flash of hurt that he hadn’t known her.
    Ah, Maddie. I know you. I know you inside and out. Watch me prove it…
    Their noses were nearly brushing, and that wasn’t the only thing. Her breathing had changed, quickened, and with each shallow little pant, the tips of her breasts slid against his chest. He tried not to notice that or the way her nipples had hardened into two tight points, but was a complete failure at both.
    She was softening, melting for him, and God, he loved that. Loved when she let him see the real her…
    Failing at keeping his damned distance, he lifted his palms from the wall and slid his fingers into her hair.
    Another sound escaped her, this one different from the first, low and uneven, which shot straight to his groin.
    “What are you doing?” she asked, so breathy he nearly moaned.
    What was he doing? He hadn’t a clue. All he knew was that he’d planned on getting her to agree to come back to work and then hightailing it out of here. But now, that was the furthest thing from his mind.
    Which he’d apparently lost.
    Yeah, his mind was gone, and he was crazy because he was going to kiss her. “I already know how Maddie kisses,” he murmured and slid the tip of his nose along her jaw, slowly exhaling in her ear, absorbing her shiver. “I thought I’d find out how you kiss.”
    She gasped, but he shifted infinitely closer, letting his gaze drop to her sweet as sin lips, letting her know that he was thinking about much more than kissing.
    And then she was thinking more, too, he could tell. Heat swirled in those baby blues as certain as it swirled in his gut.
    And lower.
    Christ, this was stupid. Spectacularly stupid. They’d kissed once before, and he’d barely recovered. He’d dreamed about, thought about, obsessed about that single kiss.
    Now he wanted to do it again. Was going to do it again, stupid or not, mostly because his head wasn’t in charge. At least not the one of top of his shoulders. If it had been, he’d be still sitting at her desk, making her tell him what the hell was going on from a distance.
    A healthy distance.
    Instead, here he was, pressing her to the wall, practically inhaling her. And then his mouth was on hers.
    She could have stopped him if she wanted to, and for a breath, he waited for her to do just that.
    Instead, she let out a surprised, pleasure-filled sigh. She slid an arm up and around his neck, her other hand going to the small of his back as if to hold him in place.
    And just like that, he was lost, lost in the feel and taste of her, lost in the sensation of being with her like this after fantasizing about it night and day.
    No one could destroy him with a single kiss like she could, no one…
    And then she said the word he’d hoped not to hear.
    “Stop.”
    Damn. With shocking reluctance, he lifted his head.
    Mouth wet, she stared up at him, desire and yearning pouring off of her in waves.
    He glided his thumb over her full lower lip. “What?”
    Her lips parted, but no words came out,