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“Have you lost your mind?” Furious, outraged,Rogue beat at Zeke’s back as he strode from her office and made the turn to the stairs that led to her apartment.
“Let me go, you bastard!” She pinched his ass, ineffective as it was through his heavy jeans.
“Settle down, you little wildcat. ” The order was followed by a heated slap to her ass, not quite a caress, too hot to be anything but a warning.
Rogue froze. She felt the heat travel from her ass, up her spine, back down, and into places she didn’t want to consider. Not as furious as she was. Not in the position she was now in.
“This is insane,” she screeched. “Damn you, Zeke, let me go this instant. ”
A muscular arm held her steady as he reached the landing and pushed open the door to her apartment.
“You need a spanking,” he growled. “Leaving your apartment door unlocked like that is dangerous, Rogue. ”
“As dangerous as giving you the time of day?” She fought her hair, fought a response burning in her stomach that she didn’t want to feel.
“As dangerous as getting on your knees and sucking my dick. ” The door slammed behind him as he spoke.
A second later, she was bouncing on the couch, fighting her hair for precious seconds before she was back on her feet, teetering in the high heels as her arm swung back, her fist clenched, and she let loose with every ounce of strength she possessed toward his face.
Rogue had never hit anyone deliberately. She was an admitted pacifist unless backed into a corner. She could feel the corner at her back now.
His fingers caught her wrist a second before she could make contact.
Zeke stared at her small fist, feeling that ravenous hunger burning through him. She was his weakness, and he couldn’t figure out why. She tempted the darkness. She tempted hungers he didn’t want to admit to.
Staring down at her, he locked her gaze with his, watching her, seeing the hurt and the anger that darkened her eyes.
“I shouldn’t have let you go the other day,” he admitted, fighting to tamp back needs he knew he should keep carefully hidden.
“Of course you should have. ” Disdain and anger filled her voice. “That was the biggest favor you could have done me. ”
He didn’t let her go as she tugged at her wrist. He should, he knew he should. He stared into her furious little face and saw the hurt she was trying to hide. Pain he had dealt her.
“Stop fighting me, Rogue. ” He caught her other wrist as she slapped at his chest in her bid for freedom. “Settle down, we’ll talk about this. ”
God, he needed her to settle down. Now, before he lost complete control.
“There’s something to talk about?” Her eyes narrowed on him, defiance shimmering in those violet eyes. “Sorry, Zeke, but I guess I just don’t have much left to say. ”
She struggled against him again. It wasn’t a halfhearted struggle; the little minx was putting some serious effort into breaking his hold. The harder she fought against him, the more he tensed. He could feel that haze of lust burning at the edges of his vision. He hadn’t felt it in years, not since leaving L. A. , not since he had begun denying those urges and refusing to allow himself lovers that knew how to push those buttons. But never had he had a woman as innocent, as unknowing as Rogue awaken that core of sexuality he possessed.
“Rogue, enough. ” He heard his own voice deepen, felt his cock hardening painfully, throbbing beneath the confinement of his jeans as his balls drew up violently.
“Kiss off, Sheriff Mayes,” she snarled, lifting herself, glaring back at him, her eyes, those beautiful fey eyes watching him in anger and in hunger. He could see the hunger; he could sense it, feel it.
Before she could evade his move he had both her wrists in one hand, his other cupping her jaw. He was going to burn in hell for this and he knew it. He was helpless against it.
His control was so damned thin it was all he could do to hold on, but the dominance surging forward was another control. One he reveled in, one he knew he needed to fight even as he let it have hold.
Just for a second, he promised himself. Just for this moment. He wouldn’t let it go further. He’d keep from taking her, he’d keep himself from frightening her, from revealing all the dark acts he wanted to commit on that gorgeous little body.
“I’d rather kissyou . ”
He held her arms behind her back, arching her closer, feeling her stomach cushion his cock as she writhed against him, stroking his arousal higher.
Damn, she needed to stay still. Just for a moment.
He held her jaw firmly, stared at her lips, felt her arching against him, and gave in to the need clawing at his mind and at his body.
