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virgin from necessity, but kissing had never
been off limits.  Sliding her tongue into his mouth, she shuddered at the
raw power coursing through her.  Magic?  Or simply the man? 
    Her
heartbeat ramped higher.  His heat and strength engulfed her.  She
hadn’t realized how tall he was until she had to stretch up and practically
climb his body. 
    With
a low growl, he pushed her back against the wall, pinning her there like a
bug.  He pulled her hands free of him and locked her hands against the
wall beside her head, using his body to hold her high enough that her toes
dangled. 
    How
had he known?  He might as well have crept into her bedroom and perused
all the erotic novels on her keeper shelf.  She’d reluctantly daydreamed
about the possibility he’d be willing to seduce her in whatever trap he’d
planned out, but she never dared hope he might indulge her darker fantasies
too, without her even having to ask. 
    His
knee slid higher between her legs, and she squirmed against him, riding that
powerful muscle.  She pulled against his grip, enjoying the force he used
to keep her exactly where they both wanted her.  Grinding against him, she
twined her tongue with his, reveling in the forbidden taste of his mouth. 
So good, like dark chocolate spiced with cinnamon and ginger and a hint of
merlot.
    Breathing
hard, he twisted his mouth away and stared down at her, his eyes glittering
like chips of black ice.  “I thought I was cursed before I met you. 
Now I’m certain.”
    His
arousal thumped against her, a threat and a promise of all he could offer
her.  If only I were free to indulge…   She swallowed hard and
forced a wobbly smile.  It doesn’t matter.  I’d just end up
another notch on his bedpost.   “You started it.”
    The
canyon between his eyes deepened, his incredible mouth twisting into a
snarl.  “You’re impossible.”
    “Yes,
yes, I am.  You should kick me out of here to save yourself any more
trouble or annoyance, Mr. Michelopoulos.  Simply give me the ring and…”
    He
jerked away with a low furious sound like ripping cloth, leaving her stumbling
to catch herself against the wall.  Raking a hand through his hair, he
prowled back and forth like a caged tiger.  “Everyone loves your
food.  After talking to several customers, I’m less inclined to believe
them seriously addicted to anything harmful.  Yet as soon as I start to
think I can cut you some slack, you bespell me again and I’m back to doubting.”
    She
spluttered, “Bespelled?  I’ve done nothing to you since dinner last
night.  Even then, nothing bad happened.”
    “You
tricked me,” he said through clenched teeth.
    She
lifted her chin and used her prim and proper voice.  “You deserved
it.  Besides, you wouldn’t have felt any lingering effects this morning if
you hadn’t eaten so much.”
    “So
you’re back to blaming me for having a headache this morning and
ravenous hunger I can’t seem to satisfy?”
    The
way he said it—all low and growling—made the muscles deep in her belly
clench.  A thrill shot through her at the sensual implication.  He
couldn’t hide that impressive erection.  Could he really feel an
attraction for her?  Or was it merely the normal reaction of a healthy,
virile man getting the sense kissed out of him?
    “I
don’t know what’s up or down right now.  You’ve messed up my senses, my
tastebuds, my body, everything.  Me, calm and cool under any situation, no
matter the stakes, and I’m snapping and slavering like a maddened beast. 
What did you do to me, witch?”
    He
practically yelled the last words.  Ignoring his ire, she grabbed his hand
and let him back inside Remy’s .  Miracle of miracles, he
went.  He even sat down at the island where they’d chatted earlier.
    When
she set a plate of this evening’s special in front of him, he put his foot
down.  “No.”
    “You
let the mayor eat it, but you won’t?”
    “I
can’t afford to compromise my