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Kate hadn’t expected Striker to kiss her. She didn’t have time to prepare her defenses before he was already storming them.

His approach was forceful but not in a frightening way. What was scary was the way he made her feel—all hot and shivery deep inside.

The warm pressure of his mouth tantalized her, tempted her, overwhelmed her. The gentle brush of his fingertips against her jawline was at odds with the masterful way he consumed her, arousing a passion within her that had lain buried since Ted’s death.

But even Ted had never created this kind of response in her.

Striker claimed her mouth as if exploring for riches. Her lips parted willingly, allowing his tongue to slip inside and flick inquiringly with a sensuality that drove her wild.

French kissing. She’d never understood the appeal before. Now she could. Oh yes, yes!

Her lips opened even farther under his expert tutelage, following his lead, matching his demands.

She felt the thud of his heart beneath her hand, could feel the softness of his denim shirt beneath her fingertips and the warmth of his skin beneath. She was on fire, passion throbbing through her entire body.

Her knees went weak, making her melt against him. Sexual need pooled in all the feminine places in her body—her breasts, her pelvis—both of which were pressed tightly against his fully aroused hard body.

Out of control. She was completely out of control. And out of her league. Ted may have been a risk taker but he’d never made her feel as if she’d stepped off a plane without a parachute. He’d never made her feel reckless.

This had to stop. She had to stop. But it felt so good. Dangerously good.

Remember what happens whenever you go after what you want.

The thought shot through her mind, shattering the haze of pleasure like a hammer shattering glass.

A second later the kiss was over—she and Striker breaking it off at the same time.

Striker took several steps away from her. He hadn’t expected Kate to respond the way she had—to melt in his arms, to part her lips and grant him entry. Her passion threw him. Then he remembered the last time a ritzy female had kissed him as if she’d meant it…only to later inform him that it was all an act. Carolyn Sinclair. His nineteenth birthday.

Sure, that had been a long time ago, but some things a guy didn’t forget.

And yeah, he’d kissed plenty of women since then. But none of them born with a spoon in their mouth the way Kate had been. They tended not to have any interest in a Force Recon Marine. He’d seen the type in Washington, D.C. They had dollar signs in their eyes. The size of a guy’s bank account was the most important thing to them.

So why would a wealthy lady lawyer like Kate go all hot on him?