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all over themselves to mate with me.”
    Her mouth went dry and swallowing was suddenly not an option. The way he looked at her, she had a feeling he wanted to mate with her right here, right now.
    What he’d just said finally sank in. “That’s not the first time you’ve referred to sex as mating. I’ve never heard anyone call it mating. That might be a clue to where you’re from.”
    “Mating is not correct?”
    “It is, but most people refer to it as sex or making love. Matingis usually associated with animals. That’s why I think you’re probably not from around here.”
    He still looked at her as if he was more interested in making love than finding out who he was. She understood the feeling perfectly. There was a strange current that seemed to pass between them. It was hard to explain. It was almost as if she’d known him all her life, but that wasn’t possible.
    “You’re very beautiful,” he said, reaching over and brushing some loose strands of hair behind her ear.
    His fingertips grazed her cheek. A shiver of anticipation rippled through her. She knew he was going to kiss her. One kiss wouldn’t hurt.
    Darcy leaned forward, welcoming his touch, needing his touch. Instead of pulling her closer, his hand slipped to her arm. He ran his fingers lightly up and down in an absentminded caress. It was all she could do to stop herself from jumping his bones.
    “You feel it, too,” he said.
    “Feel what?”
    “The attraction.”
    Her cheeks grew warm. “You’re a nice-looking man—of course I feel attracted to you.” That was an understatement if she’d ever heard one.
    “No, more than that. I’ve never felt anything such as this. I want you so much, my need has become a deep ache inside me. Do you feel this?”
    As if an electrical current passed between them. Yes, but she’d been afraid to say anything to him. She finally nodded, unable to speak.
    “I think if I can’t touch you, I will explode.” He moved his hand to the shoulder ties on her shirt. He didn’t hurry as he untied first one, then the other.
    Darcy knew that he was giving her time to protest, to stop him, but she couldn’t. Instead, she reached for the remote and dimmed the lights. She refused to remind herself she’d only beengoing to let him kiss her, nothing more. She’d think about the consequences later.
    She started the movie playing again to drown out the noise she knew they would make. When she faced him again, she reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, tossing it to the floor.
    Her hands trembled when she unbuttoned the first button on his shirt. He didn’t try to stop her, either. Not that she had really thought he might. It was a good thing, too, because she wanted to touch him.
    When his shirt was open, she pushed the sides off his shoulders, relishing sliding her hands over his sinewy muscles. Her body quivered with anticipation as he stood, letting the shirt fall to the floor with a shrug of his shoulders.
    She stood as well, kicking off her sandals. He toed off his shoes, then removed his socks before reaching for her again.
    Her mouth went dry when he unfastened her shorts, tugging the zipper down. His palms caressed her at the same time as he pushed her shorts over her hips. She stood in front of him wearing only a lacy pink bra and a matching thong.
    “You’re so beautiful.”
    “So are you.”
    “I’m a man, a hunter, not beautiful.”
    She stilled. “A hunter?”
    He frowned, then grabbed his head. He groaned, then closed his eyes tight, his expression pained.
    “What?” Worry shot through her. She touched his arm, guiding him back down in the chair. “Surlock, what’s happening?”
    “Noise,” he gasped. “In my head.” He fumbled in his pocket, but he wasn’t having much luck retrieving whatever he was trying to get.
    “What? How can I help?”
    “The doctor gave me eardrops.”
    She brushed his hand out of the way and reached inside his pocket, bringing out the