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“I’m not a relationship kind of guy, I’m sure you’ve guessed that already. So you having another bloke takes away the worry. If your heart belongs to someone else, you aren’t going to lose it to me in a night.” Something flickers behind his eyes and the cocky smile fades a little.
    I guess it’s not the time to tell him my heart’s been long gone from my relationship.
    “So, where is he? Why would he be so stupid as to let you out on your own, to be preyed on by the likes of me?”
    “On tour,” I answer honestly.
    Noah’s expression never falters, not intimidated or impressed by the information I just told him. He just nods and continues to appraise me with his gaze. The last thing I want to talk about is Mac anyway, so instead I ask a question. “Do you do this often?”
    He has the decency to look a little embarrassed. He runs his fingers through his hair, and the action ruffles it to the point of distraction. I struggle to tear my eyes away.
    “This… Doing relationships, if you want to call them that, this way, is the only thing I can offer. I’m the guy women want for a night. I’m a trophy fuck. I can’t give more and I don’t want to.”
    My heart stutters a fraction before I regain control. His words shouldn’t bother me because I never expected anything more from him. Still, the absolute certainty he emits brings the whole situation to reality. But there’s something in the way his brow furrows that makes me think it’s a choice. There’s a reason.
    “Why? Just out of interest.”
    He stalks over, caging me against the wall. My hands press against his taut chest and his breath flutters against my ear. “Well, if I told you, it wouldn’t be my secret then, would it?”
    All logical thought disappears, replaced with an intense desire heating my veins. It surges through me setting every nerve on fire. What did I ask him?
    I dig my fingers in a fraction, but there’s no give in the flesh, his muscles beneath are strung tight. His face is a hair’s width from mine. His breath grazes across my face in small pants. I catch the faint smell of beer, mixed with his closeness and the strength of him, and it makes me weak. I have no defences. I don’t want any.
    Without warning, he pulls away and strides to the other side of the room. He keeps his back to me. With his head dipped, his shoulders rise and fall almost as if he’s restraining himself.
    His reaction confuses me. “Noah?”
    When he turns to me the wildfire in his eyes takes my breath away. And I swallow hard, waiting to see what he’ll do next.
    “You need to leave.” The words strike hard, but his demeanour counters them.
    “What? Why?”
    “I promised I wouldn’t touch you unless you asked me to. I can’t keep that promise.” His whole body appears to vibrate from the restraint he’s enforcing. “You need to go.”
    I step towards him. “Touch me.” The words are out of my mouth before I can second-guess myself. I want to come alive under his touch. “If you can only give me one night, I want you to touch me like you mean it.”
    His jaw clenches, then tics. His eyes darken. “Can you handle that? Handle me?”
    I know I can’t. I know one night with this man would never be enough. There’s something feral and untamed about him, yet at the same time he makes me feel safe. That in itself unnerves me more. And then there’s the guilt. Can I live with that?
    “Yes.”
    He gives me a cocky half smile. “You’re lying.”
    How the hell can he tell? I struggle to find something to say to convince him everything else is worth this one night.
    He closes the gap between us again. “But you’re prepared to take the risk? You think the prize is worth the fall.”
    “Am I thinking out loud?” How else could he know?
    A deep laugh rumbles from his chest. “No. But you’re giving me some wicked facial expressions.”
    “Oh.”
    “Yeah, oh.” His expression softens as he trails a thoughtful finger along my