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striking. Her lips shone with a hint of gloss.
    He took a step toward her, wanting to put
his mouth on hers—savor her—
    A throat cleared. Kira sat on the wooden
chest, grinning at him.
    Dammit! He should have sensed that
Echo wasn’t alone. He was a warrior with heightened senses for
hellssake! But his mate had twisted his mind into a rope of
knots.
    Echo closed the space between them, went on
her toes, and lightly kissed him.
    “A few more minutes.” She stroked his chest
then calmly turned back to her friend, leaving him with a taste of
strawberries and warm, sensual female. And a damn hard cock. Blood
pounded in his head, and every molecule in him fired up, wanting to
haul her into the bedroom.
    “You sure this skirt length’s fine?” she
asked Kira.
    Then his sexy as sin mate ran her hands over
the hips of her skirt, and his blood lit like a powered furnace.
That matte, black piece of material she called a skirt stopped
mid-thigh, revealing miles of toned, tan skin.
    “Or these boots won’t work.” She stuck out
her leg to look at the high-heel.
    And he looked too. Black leather. Was she
trying to kill him? Fuck! He wanted her legs wrapped around his
waist with those damn boots on. He recalled the last time she’d
worn them, their first time together…in front of the bedroom
fireplace…
    Shit. Better to get out now or this dinner
wasn’t happening. He didn’t want to ruin this date Echo was looking
forward to. He grasped her hand and yanked her to him. A small gasp
left her, her eyes widening in surprise at his aggression.
    “Kira, get Hedori to take you back home, and
have a nice trip to Seattle,” he said. “C’mon, mate of mine, let’s
do this date.”
    ***
    Two hours later, Echo glanced around the
trendy restaurant overlooking the beach that Aethan had taken her
to in the Hamptons.
    The sounds of cutlery tinkled against china,
and soft voices drifted within the little place. With its wooden
walls, plant-filled interior, and friendly wait-staff, she liked
the restaurant’s laid-back atmosphere compared to the city’s hectic
pace and crowded dining rooms. Despite the place being full, it
didn't give off a crowded vibe.
    Dinner had been wonderful. Aethan had
settled for a steak while she’d chosen seafood. Now that her tummy
was satiated, she ignored her dessert plate with the lush
strawberries and two tiny side bowls—one with melted chocolate and
the other whipped cream. She wasn't a lover of sweets, but Aethan
had insisted she’d try some.
    Aethan sipped his coffee, his gaze on her
like it had been most of the evening. He hadn’t bothered looking
around the place, but she was aware he’d probably scanned the area
for trouble. She took in the restaurant and found several more
gazes on them.
    Yes, people would stare.
    Some discreetly, and others not so much,
considering whom she was sitting with—over six and a half feet of
sculpted, gorgeous man. It didn't bother her though because Aethan
was hers. And taunting him in the dressing room had been a stroke
of fast thinking on her part. For the first time in weeks, his eyes
had burned with pure desire, not a hint of fear or worry.
    Tormenting Aethan was turning out to be so
much fun. As long as the evening moved along in the direction she
wanted, she would be happy. With a contented sigh, she looked out
the window with its scenic view of the tranquil, moonlit sea and
white sands. The dark water undulated like gray jelly, occasionally
broken by the foamy white waves crashing on the shore.
    “The night’s been perfect. So
calm…peaceful.”
    “We just had dinner.” Aethan pointed out in
an amused tone. “It’s barely started. And you haven’t eaten your
fruit, yet.”
    Wrinkling her nose, Echo pulled her gaze
from the beach to smile at him. Her breath caught. It always did
when she looked at him.
    Tenderness shone in those stormy gray eyes
that could turn white in a moment when his deadly power surfaced.
He’d left his hair loose