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silken skin enflamed his
senses. It took all the control he could muster not to push her down on the
carpet and bury himself in her wet heat. And before that…
    Nibbling at her lower lip, he lifted his head a fraction.
Enough to breathe, enough to convey the most important thing. “Promise to obey
me in the bedroom, Lena.”
    Her hands stilled on his chest and she stopped her drugging
kisses. “What?”
    Pulling her mouth to his, he whispered. “You heard me.”
    She gave a token protest before slithering away from his
grasp, her eyes blazing, her posture defensive. “I’m neither a mindless bimbo
nor a blushing virgin to take orders in the bedroom.”
    Fuck! He was approaching this all wrong. “You’re not.” He
took a deep breath and counted to five, willing his fangs to recede. Focused on
keeping his control. “It’s just that my lust is too strong.” He met her glare.
“Hell, I’m too out of sorts to deal with this hunger—for blood, for sex. Obey
me in bed for now. Until I figure out to manage it.”
    Her fight left her in a whoosh of breath, her eyes getting
some of the old panic back. He stepped closer, needing her in his arms. The
darkness inside him surged again. Lost in the effort to hold his monster at
bay, he almost missed her soft words. “I don’t want to harm you.”
    Her words snapped him out of his inner battle. He caught her
palms and tugged her hands below, pressing them against his straining erection,
showing her an inkling of the intense pain he was under. “You couldn’t do more
harm than this.”
    Her heavy-lidded gaze locked with his, and he feared if he
didn’t take her soon, he might well harm himself.
    “Look, this—hunger and lust has nothing to do with you.” She
spat the words. “It’s all my fault.”
    He buried his nose in her soft hair, inhaling her
tantalizing scent in spite of the fruity shampoo she’d used. “Honey, you don’t
know how right you are.”
    His fangs broke free when her naked body pressed against his
with a soft whimper. The blood in her veins beckoned him closer.
    Something cut through the lusty haze—stopping him. Belatedly
he registered her reticence.
    Was he forcing her? Dammit! He reared back. One look at her
pressed lips and clenched fists confirmed his worst suspicions. That he was a
cad in every sense of the word. And still, he needed her.
    He forced himself to look at other things. Objects, which
wouldn’t threaten his emotions. He moved farther into the living room, where he
spied the corner of her worktable. An item on the floor inside her study caught
his gaze. Hell be damned! Was that her skimpy, frayed tee shirt?
    The memory of their earlier conversation a week ago rushed
in as he took slow steps toward the table adjacent to her clothing. He bent
down and picked up the soft cotton nightshirt, inhaling her feminine scent, and
then straightened, lifting the phone from the table. He cradled the lightweight
hand piece in his palms, marveling at the device she’d used night after night
to drive him crazy.
    “What are you doing?” Her voice was a horrified whisper from
the spot he’d left her standing.
    He put the cordless phone on its charger, throwing her tee
on the swivel chair. Every bit of her life fascinated him as much as the woman
herself. She caught his blatant sweep of the room and its contents and her eyes
blazed, throwing darts.
    In anger? He very much hoped so.
    He almost climaxed on the spot as she slammed the door shut
and barreled toward him, her thighs and breasts jiggling.
    His lust surged as he took in every inch of her naked,
luscious body and he mentally figured out the ways he could open those pursed
ruby lips under his.
    Moderate breasts, topped with rosy nipples, had him
salivating with need. Her narrow waist and the flare of her hips made his hands
itch to grip them while he pounded her into oblivion. The soft burgundy curls
below matched her hair.
    A couple of strides brought him close to her. “One chance