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she took another step back, she adjusted
the straps of her backpack on her shoulders with one hand and wiped
her lips with the other. She couldn't help but smirk when she saw
the stunned look on his face.
    "Two can play your game" She told him,
referring to the trick he'd pulled earlier, and turned to go.
    That turned out to be a mistake.
    She'd taken two steps when he snagged her
backpack and pulled her back to him. He turned her around to face
him; ignored her struggles and crashed his lips to her in a
bruising kiss. He wrapped one arm around her waist to stop her
thrashing and with his other hand he cupped the back of her head to
hold her in place.
    Where the previous kiss had been gentle, this
one was violent. If the other one had been a battle, this kiss was
a war. He forced his tongue into her mouth and she pushed it back
out with hers but he wasn't asking he was taking. He bit her
lip-not too hard but hard enough to hurt- and she returned the
favor making sure she drew blood.
    Suddenly he stiffened and released her.
    "Didn't I tell you not to mess with armed
people?" She emphasized the word 'armed' and pressed her knife a
little harder against his nether regions.
    He'd been so preoccupied with punishing her.
He'd obviously forgotten about her little toy stashed in the side
pocket of her backpack. It gave her immense pleasure, seeing him
wince, when she poked his precious jewels with the sharp edge of
her weapon, reminding him of it.
    She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand
and made sure to let her face to show her disgust. A feeling she
wished was a little stronger.
    “Now I’m going home and you are going to
stand there until I’m inside.” She instructed, “move at your own
risk, got it?”
    In answer he glared at her but didn't
move.
    When she was sure he wasn't going to try
anything else, she stepped back slowly. Facing him at all times,
not letting down her guard or her knife.
    "It's Nick, by the way"
    She was half way to her front door when his
words surprised her. He didn't sound like someone who'd just
escaped the monastery.
    "And I care why?" She didn't quite manage to
keep the irritation from her voice. Even when she beat him, he made
her feel as if she'd lost.
    He shrugged, "Just thought you'd like to know
my name. Don't you think we should be on a first name basis after
your marvelous" The sarcasm she heard when he said 'marvelous'
earned him a glare "introduction to our future children"
    His smirk had her seeing red and she walked
quickly to her door without another word.
    "I'll see you soon, Jessica."
    That was a promise if she’d ever heard
one.
    The last thing she heard before she shut the
door was his laughter.

Chapter 5
    His laughter died down as soon as the door
closed behind her. He took a deep breath and her superficial scent
filled his lungs, it clung to every part of his body that she had
touched. It wasn't enough, he wanted to take in her real scent, but
it would have to be for now.
    Lavender shampoo, that was the main scent and
apparently he had a thing for it. If the tightness in his jeans
were any indication, he seemed to have a thing for a quick
witted-motorcycle riding, armed to the teeth female.
    Jessica
    Her name flowed through his senses like fine
wine. It silently tortured his mind, his taste buds and other parts
of his body. It was as if she was still touching him. And as if he
didn't have enough problems, it seemed that fate had decided to add
its two cents into the pile.
    He'd been prepared to grit his teeth and
endure life with his mate. After today, it was obvious that
wouldn't be the case. Her touch burned him, like flames raging
throughout his body waking him from a cold winter, a fire that only
she could put out.
    He didn’t want to burn for her.
    Cold and unfeeling, that’s how he wanted to
stay.
    He exhaled a breath and her name almost
escaped his lips along with it. He snapped his lips shut just in
time and balled his hands into fists. If he said her name out