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And he wasn’t certain he wanted to hear the answer to that question. The same reason perhaps that he didn’t have a lover. Because he couldn’t have Rogue.
“Does it matter why?” She stood still, determined as he moved to her, stopping within a breath of touching distance.
He stared down at her, feeling things he knew he had no right to feel. Things he knew he shouldn’t feel, not for this spritely little woman-child that was much too young for him.
He was playing a dangerous game tonight and he knew it. But he needed a taste of her.
Just enough to hold him over, to dampen the lust raging through him.
“Don’t play games with me, Zeke,” she breathed out wearily. “Honestly, I don’t have time for them. I don’t have the strength for them right now. ”
“Have I ever played games with you, Rogue?” he asked, reaching out to touch her cheek, knowing, damn, he knew this was a mistake. The worst mistake he could possibly make right now. Because he couldn’t follow through. He couldn’t have her and revenge. It wasn’t possible.
She didn’t answer him. He could have used one of her smart remarks right now.
Something to remind himself that she was way too young. Twenty-six, even if it was almost twenty-seven, was too far from thirty-seven years old. Eleven years. Two years less than that which separated Alex Jansen and his fiancée, Janey Mackay, Zeke thought. But just because Alex could handle it didn’t mean Zeke could. Hell, his son, Shane, was nineteen. He was closer to Rogue’s age than Zeke was.
“You don’t play games,” she whispered, her expression softening, transforming, turning sensual, tempting.
Damn, the things he wanted to do to her. The ways he wanted to do them. He was here to question her about her cousins’ deaths; instead, he found himself relishing the softness of her cheek. Skin like satin and silk combined. And as he looked, he realized it was all but devoid of makeup.
She looked like a temptress with those violet eyes though. Those long, riotous red gold curls flowing around her, making a man wonder what it would be like to be bound within them.
“This is a bad idea. ” He sighed, lowering his head and allowing his rougher cheek to brush against hers. “Tell me to leave. ”
“Leave,” she breathed as she softened against him.
He almost laughed. Damn her, she could make him laugh when no one else could.
“That wasn’t an order, Rogue. ”
“Oh. It was supposed to be an order?” A little, knowing smile tugged at her lips.
Oh yeah, she knew he wanted her until he ached with it. And she wanted. She wanted with the same hunger. He could see it in her eyes.
Her shoes dropped to the carpet, the light thud barely registering in his head. Hell, he could barely hear anything over the race of his own pulse and the thunder of lust in his veins.
He let his lips skim her cheek. The need for her threatened to erode his control and his senses.
“I’m leaving,” he told her. “This is too damned dangerous. ”
“Of course it is. ” One small hand clenched on his upper arm. The fingers of the other were pressing against his stomach. She could feel his abs flexing; he could feel the warmth of her through the material of his shirt.
His cock pressed imperatively against his jeans. The hard throb was making him crazy.
It had made him crazy all evening. How much hell was one man supposed to endure before the hunger overrode control? he wondered. And what was it about this one woman that threatened his control?
He let his lips brush against the curls at the side of her face. They were soft, fragrant.
Like silk that smelled of dawn. He wanted to crush them between his fingers, hold her in place, and eat her up with kiss after kiss. He wanted to taste those lush, sensual lips.
He wanted to feel her tongue against his, hell, he wanted all of her.
“You’re teasing me. ” Her voice was weak, a hint of need quivering within it as she shifted closer to him. “Don’t tease me, Zeke. Kiss me, or let me go. ”
“You’re supposed to tell me to leave,” he reminded her.
“Kiss me or leave. Do one or the other. ”
