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I was some silly little girl.
    “What do I smell like?” Before I could think the words fell out of my mouth . Shit, what is wrong with me?
    He smiled. He held my gaze and leaned toward my neck. My heart began to race and my belly tightened. I felt his nose just under my ear and his lips were feather light on my skin. Am I on fire? I just had to be because no being, human or otherwise, should produce as much heat as I was giving off. I felt his hand on the back of my neck pull me in slightly. I knew there was no hiding how much this was affecting me, so I didn’t even try. I felt more than heard his intake of breath and stifled a moan. In a low almost growl he said, “Like ozone and gardenias.”
    My breath caught as I felt him press a slight kiss just under my ear. Oh God . His hand turned to a fist in my hair as his face moved to hover just over mine. Did I want this? Did I want him? Hell fucking yes I do . Whoa, calm down, hot sauce . My thoughts began to haze as his lips lightly brushed mine as if he were dipping a foot in the water to test the temperature. I bet he could hear my heart pounding.
    All of a sudden a loud alarm began blazing from the small hotel nightstand. I jumped in surprise. He didn’t move, as what I now recognized was his cell phone, rang again. Saved by the damned bell. Still a bit husky, I cleared my throat as the phone rang for a third time and he still didn’t move. “You gonna get that?”
    He moved so fast I had to stop myself from pitching forward. “What!” he more than snarled into the phone. “No, Mitch, what’s up?” Pause. “Okay, see you tomorrow.”
    We both just sat there. I was sitting at the foot of the bed and he at the head of the bed near the table.
    What had almost happened? His hand on the back of my head fisting my hair, his lips, his breath, they took me to a place I have never been before and, frankly, that place scared the hell out of me. I closed my eyes, trying to will my heart rate down to a more normal pace. Was he upset things went that far? I wasn’t. Was I? Damned conflicting emotions.
    “Reid—”
    “Look.”
    We spoke at the same time. “You first,” I said with a shy smile.
    “Look, let’s get back to the files,” he said in a clipped yet professional tone. I guess he was regretting it. I hope I didn’t let the disappointment show on my face.
    Five hours of looking at gruesome photos, small printed forms, and yellow highlighter. My eyes were starting to cross, so I closed them and flopped back on the bed, groaning. “Ugh, Reid. I think I’m going blind. I cannot read anymore.”
    “Yeah, it’s late, how about you head home and meet up here tomorrow morning so we can take a look at the last file Mitch is bringing. He said he would be here tomorrow morning.”
    “Oh yeah, okay. What time?”
    “Is ten A.M. okay?”
    I got up and smoothed my skirt down, about falling over. He was right in front of me.
    “You have got to stop doing that,” I said a little breathlessly.
    He laughed. “What?”
    “Being so damned fast, popping up everywhere. You're going to give me a heart attack!”
    He laughed again, and the sound of it made my heart do a little flip-flop. God, my body and I were going to have a little conversation. He looked me in the eyes, those caramel eyes that made me want to fall into them and never come out. I felt his arm snake around my waist.
    As his right hand held my chin and brushed my lips with his thumb, he whispered, “No, I don’t regret what happened. But I don’t want to hurt you and we are too close to the full moon for this to be a good idea right now.”
    And, just like that, heat pooled between my legs. He smiled. Bastard . He stroked my lips with his thumb again and as he did I became acutely aware of the hard length of him pressing against me. Suddenly and without warning he let me go and stepped away from me.
    “Goodnight, Delaney. I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” he said, smiling. And with that I