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said explains the secrecy thing.”
    “Unbelievable,” she muttered. Now she was doing the prowling, a tigress to his helpless tom. She put her hands on his shoulders and lifted her hot, sweet mouth to within an inch of his. “Can we discuss this some other time?”
    Well. It wasn’t like he really wanted to talk anyway.
    “In exchange, I promise not to mention your grandfather or your aunts.” She laughed.
    Now he was laughing, too. He tumbled onto the sofa with Mirabel on top.
    * * *
    She straddled him and went for his mouth. He tasted dark and lusty and all male. His tongue danced with hers. With a deep, rich murmur of pleasure, he licked at her mouth. “Delicious,” he said. “Wine of the gods, you are. How did I know?”
    A quiver of unease went through her. For now her fangs were quiescent, biding their time, but she wouldn’t be able to keep them at bay forever. She could work him, get him so hot he wouldn’t even notice when she bit him . . .
    Damn it all, she
wanted
him to notice. What was the use of fangs if you couldn’t play with them? She really liked him, and he said he liked her, but he might freak out when he saw them. With uptight guys, you never knew. Not that she’d encountered many; most of the fools who beat each other up over her knew exactly what they were fighting for.
    “Hello?” He drew away. “Something wrong?”
    “No.” She nipped at his upper lip. The rough brush of his five o’clock shadow zinged all the way to her clit. “No, of course not.”
    “You weren’t with me,” he said, kissing her gently. Tenderly, startling her. She didn’t get tenderness from most guys. “Having second thoughts?”
    “No,” she said. “God, no. You have no idea how much I want this.” She shivered, closing her eyes, resting her forehead on his chest. “I
need
this.”
    Blood and sex, always. Tenderness and . . . love.
    No, no,
no
! She mustn’t let herself think about love. It was too soon and, more important, too impossible.
    “Then stay with me.” He rolled her deftly off the couch and onto the carpet. His hard body covered hers, sending ripples of heat to her breast, belly, and thighs.
    Automatically, she parted her legs to let his sex sink against hers. She lifted her hips, reveling in the tease of the thicker fabric of his jeans against the whisper thin of her panties.
    He raised himself slightly, his sex pressing hard against her, and cocked his head, studying her with narrowed eyes. Jeez, she’d never had to prove to a guy that she was paying attention. That she wanted sex. She almost always wanted sex, and so did most guys. He was plenty hard, but he wasn’t losing control—not at all.
    His hand slid across the indent of her waist and up to cup her breast.
Oh
. His thumb brushed her nipple. Pleasure crashed over her. A flush of heat shot to the tips of her fingers, surged through her thighs, curled her toes. She moaned, ran her hands into his hair, and pulled him into a deeper, hotter kiss.
    * * *
    He had her attention now, but what was bothering her? She was a feast of desserts, endlessly sweet and delicious, but he wanted to be
her
dessert, too.
    He wasn’t about to draw back. The very thought of stopping hurt like hell. He would just have to work at it. Mirabel Lane was worth the effort, and he would do whatever it damn well took. He chuckled deep in his throat, thrusting his tongue against hers.
    * * *
    He didn’t kiss like an uptight guy. He pulled away and rolled off her, and she followed, lips and tongue seeking more, and then they were tangled together on the carpet, licking and biting at each other in pure animal pleasure.
    Her fangs quivered, and she willed them back. Not yet. She would tell him when the time was right. She broke the kiss to get her fangs under control, but he pulled away, too, and slowly raised her tank top to expose her breasts. He paused, smiling a little, enjoying the sight, making her smile as well. The whisper of air from the ceiling