His eyes darkened as he reached for her, crushing her between the weight of his body and the merciless wall at her back.
She could feel him, every breath, every muscle, every bone, every vibration. Her head dropped back, too heavy to hold up anymore. But she didn’t have to. He did it for her, snugging one palm to her nape, the other to the curve of her throat.
His mouth claimed her with a passion she’d convinced herself had been part of a fuzzy dream. It couldn’t have been real. The way she’d felt couldn’t be real. The woman she’d been with him couldn’t be real. Couldn’t be her.
Her back arched into him, seeking more, giving him everything he asked for without hesitation or thought. His tongue thrust inside, filling her up before his mouth moved lower.
Her eyes wanted to close, wanted to surrender to anything and everything Chase wanted to give her. But she wouldn’t let them, couldn’t, although for the life of her she could not remember why. She focused on the skyline above her and he nibbled at the delicate center of her throat.
A light revolved against the darkness, coming and going in a throbbing pulse that was echoed deep at her core.
No. No, this wasn’t right.
“Stop.” The word popped out of her mouth on a sigh that held not a wisp of conviction. But Chase immediately took a step away, opening a space between them that she desperately needed.
Rina looked up into his face, ruggedly handsome and stamped with an unmistakable hunger she recognized as the twin to the beast roaring inside her.
He wasn’t calm. He wasn’t collected. And he sure as hell wasn’t charming as his chest rose and fell with the same labored pattern as her own. Wild was what she’d have called him, if she’d had brain power enough to think of a label.
“Too fast.” The words whispered up from somewhere deep inside her.
“Not fast enough.”
“Slow down, cowboy. I have no intention of sleeping with you.”
“You may not intend to but you’re going to anyway.”
Now that was the cocky pilot she knew.
“I don’t think so. Unlike men, we women tend to think with our brains instead of our anatomy. I won’t deny that I’m still sexually attracted to you, flyboy, but trust me, I can resist.”
His eyelids lowered to half-mast, covering glittering sapphire eyes. His lips turned up at the corners in a mocking imitation of his full-blown smile.
“We’ll see about that.”
Rina watched as he turned and walked back out to the crowded sidewalk.
She let the wall take the weight of her body from her shaking, saggy knees. Her head hit the veined marble as she realized she’d just made a tactical error with one of America’s best aerial dogfighters. A tactical error that could mean the next few weeks of her life were going to be hell.
She’d just issued him a challenge.
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