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Then she tugged his mouth down on hers.
    Desire exploded between them like a can of petrol hurled onto an open fire.
    Luke didn’t pull back, didn’t hesitate. He pushed her hard against the wall and devoured her like he’d been starving for weeks and she was his first taste of food.
    Every single thought in Marisa’s head instantly burned to ashes as hunger arced through her. She put her arms around his neck, pressing herself against his body, feeling his heat and power even through the muffling layers of clothing. Reveling in it.
    “A kiss is too wild?” he said roughly against her mouth.
    “No.” She had a better idea, a much better idea. “I’m thinking about way more than that.”
    She put one hand behind her, found the door handle to the stationery supply room, and opened it. Then she pulled Luke in after her.
    The room was, as she’d hoped, empty.
    Luke kicked the door shut behind him and Marisa opened her mouth, about to take charge of the situation as she always did. But then his hands gripped her hips and he turned her, pushed her up against the door, his tall, powerful body pinning her there. Holding her there.
    “I’m guessing you’re thinking sex.” His voice had rough undertones that made her want to shiver. “In here.”
    “Sure. Why not? This unable-to-keep-our-hands-off-each-other thing is a complication, right? So let’s handle it.”
    His eyes glowed molten silver. “Now?”
    “Yeah, now. The sooner we get this over with the sooner we can both go back to our normal lives.”
    “This wasn’t the kind of suggestion I had in mind.”
    “Hey, buddy, if you’ve got a better idea about how to deal with it I’d like to hear it.”
    Luke said nothing, standing so still it nearly drove her insane. She wished he would do something. Move those warm hands on her. All over her. Touch her. Relieve the ache that was getting worse and worse the longer they stood there.
    Abruptly, his fingers gripped her chin and tilted her head back, his thumb brushing the line of her lower lip in a caress that caught her off guard in its gentleness. “No one can know,” he murmured. “Understand? This is between you and me.”
    “Of course. Like I’d want everyone knowing me and the cyborg CEO have been knocking boots. My reputation would be ruined.”
    A crease appeared between his brows. “Cyborg CEO? What reputation?”
    But Marisa had had enough. Time to get this “dealing with it” show on the road. Instead of replying, she opened her mouth and bit the tip of his thumb.
    The scorching look in his eyes flared, the breath hissing in his throat. “Stop that.”
    “Make me,” she whispered.
    Without a word, Luke bent his head and covered her mouth with his. A hard, deep kiss.
    Oh wow. Clearly Luke McNamara had a dominant streak and she…she liked it.
    Marisa gasped, kissing him back, all her good intentions about keeping control and handling this slipping away.
    Because there was no handling this. No way to take charge or manage it. Together they were a forest fire and they were burning out of control.
    Luke’s mouth moved over her jaw, down the line of her throat, pressing a burning kiss in the hollow where the bead of her necklace lay. She shivered. Holy crap, if this was what happened when he kissed her, how was she ever going to survive anything else?
    Then his hand covered her breast, the heat of his palm melting through the sheer fabric of her blouse, and her mind blanked utterly. She groaned as his fingers found her nipple and pinched the hard tip, sending white-hot darts of pleasure straight between her legs.
    Now. She had to have him now.
    Marisa pulled at his jacket with trembling fingers, desperate for some skin to touch, only to encounter yet more wool once she got it open. Dear Lord, a vest? Did men still wear vests these days? She tore at the buttons, getting it open so she could then attack those of his shirt.
    “Oh my God,” she panted, frustrated. “What’s with all these damn