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“Collin?” How did she make his name into a caress? She took another step. “I thought…” Her hand lifted and inched toward him. “I’ve seen you watching me,” she finally said as her fingers brushed his skin.

He felt his eyes close, felt a groan rumble up his throat and into her hand.

“I thought you wanted me, too,” she whispered, the words soft with something close to doubt.

Don’t answer her, he told himself. Just walk away. But his lips moved of their own accord. “My God, Alexandra. Don’t all men want you?” He was reaching for her as he spoke. His hand curled around her nape, the heat of her skin seeping into his palm. He watched her pale neck arch into his grip before his gaze slid to her lips.

“This is a mistake.” The words fell from his mouth even as he lowered it to hers.

She sighed, a sweet brush of warmth against his mouth, and then a searing whip of fire when she touched the tip of her tongue to his bottom lip. She shuddered—or he did—and he opened his lips to possess her.

Heat, he thought. She tasted like heat and lust and sweetness. He must be mad. He had to let her go, but he couldn’t stop his hand from curving over her waist and pulling her hard against his arousal. Wisps of panic iced his veins, but between her fiery mouth and clutching hand all he could think of was having more of her…