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step of what?”
    â€œJoining. Kiss me, damn it!”
    â€œWhy?” I asked, suspicious all of a sudden, although more than a little overwhelmed with both his demands, and the sudden nearness of him, pressed up next to me, all hard lines and muscles and body heat that made me feel very feminine, even in my work uniform.
    â€œConfirmation,” he said, a moment before his lips descended on mine.
    â€œWhere the hell is a fire extinguisher when you need one?” I heard Cora yell, but dimly, as if she were at a distance away. Every ounce of my attention was focused on Avery: Avery and his tongue, Avery and the hard, warm chest I was pulled up against, Avery and the little tremors of heat that seemed to come from his fingers as they stroked the back of my neck. But most of all, I focused on the strange presence in my mind that I recognized as being him. I was flooded with all sorts of emotions that weren’t mine, everything from arousal (which I was somewhat disconcerted to realize matched my own), to surprise, to a deep, burning hunger that burst into being with a strength that rocked me.
    But it was his pleasure in tasting me that amazed me and heightened the enjoyment I was feeling. It was as if our individual emotions were feeding each other, ping-ponging back and forth in a spiraling twist of arousal, need, and unadulterated sensuality.
    I thought you said you weren’t hungry.
    I wasn’t then. I am now.
    So you are . . . Hey! That’s not hunger , I answered, my mind filled with the most erotic thoughts it had ever been my (extreme) pleasure to entertain. Good Lord, man, that last one has to be illegal.
    It isn’t. But it should be, he said with languid sensuality.
    I squirmed and moaned into his mouth as one of his hands continued to stroke the back of my neck, a suddenly highly erogenous zone, while the other slid down my arm to my rib cage, his fingers spreading to cup my left breast.
    This is unbelievable.
    I know. I had no idea this is what men felt when they kissed me. What happens if I do this?
    I laid my hand on his thigh, gently kneading the heavy muscles. A jolt of electricity shot through him, pushing his arousal—and subsequently mine—to new peaks.
    Dear God, don’t do that , he groaned in my mind. I moved my hand off his leg, pausing when he asked, What are you doing?
    Moving my hand. You asked me to.
    Don’t listen to me! I’m clearly too caught up in amazement to know what I’m saying.
    I didn’t know it was possible to laugh in someone’s head, but that was what I did as I replaced my hand on his thigh, massaging the muscle there as he thoroughly examined every part of my mouth. I’m caught up in amazement as well. You really do know how to kiss.
    That’s not what I meant—oh, hell, I’ll just have to show you. Do you mind feeding me?
    I was turning that thought over in my mind, weighing the building desire that was claiming his sole attention with my own reticence to become someone’s snack, when his mouth moved off mine, and he said something in a language I didn’t understand, his lips burning a path down my chin, to my neck.
    This is a bit cliché, but I doubt if you would appreciate my doing it anywhere else in front of your sister. . . . His words were still echoing in my head when a sharp, hot pain flared to life and was instantly gone, replaced by the most incredible sensation I’d ever felt.
    Oh my God, you’re doing it, aren’t you? You’re drinking my blood!
    He moaned into my brain again. Christ, yes.
    I was simultaneously shocked and thrilled. That he was feeding off me was a concept that should have been repugnant, but it was so far from that, my head spun. This is wild! I can feel you drinking it. I can feel it sliding down your throat. I can feel . . . oh, my. You, too, huh?
    I just wanted to see if it was true.
    If what was true? I asked.
    He ignored my