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Would he be so tightly focused on a woman in bed?
She made a little sound in the back of her throat. He looked up.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No,” she said quickly.
“You sure?”
Sage nodded, even though she was no longer sure about anything. How could she be, when one night, one man, had seemingly turned her existence upside down?
She wanted to touch him.
Stretch out her hand. Stroke his hair. It was short. Inky-black.
She wanted to touch his face, too. Trace her finger over those high cheekbones, that strong nose, that sensual mouth.
She wanted to look deep into his eyes, see if they were really blue, or were they black?
And those lashes. The color of soot. Thick. Long.
A woman would kill to claim those lashes.
A woman would kill to claim him.
Heat raced through her again, quick and dangerous. Was she crazy? This wasn’t her thing. Picking up a stranger. Fantasizing about making love with him …
“Don’t,” he said.
His voice was low, the way it had been before. Now it was rough, too, like sandpaper.
Sage blinked. She felt her pulse beating high and fast in her throat. He was watching her, his eyes and mouth narrowed.
“Did you hear me? I said, don’t look at me like that.”
She knew what he meant. The tension in the tiny room had grown thick. She knew what he was doing, too. Warning her. Giving her the chance to turn back.
I don’t know what you mean, was the simple answer, delivered not provocatively but with girlish innocence.
She was an actress. A good one, despite the paucity of credits in her résumé. She could deliver the line and make it believable.
The hell with that.
“Don’t look at you how?” she said, nothing girlish or innocent in the words but rather, a woman’s honest acceptance of what she wanted.
He made a sound that was almost a groan of despair.
“Sage,” he said, “do you know what you’re doing?”
“No,” she whispered. “But I know what I want.”
His eyes turned black as a moonless night. He reached for her, or she reached for him, and when he rose to his feet, she was in his arms.
He kissed her.
Not the sweet whisper of his mouth against hers as it had been before.
This time, his kiss was hungry.
