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Unable to ignore the demands of her heart and body, Blythe closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to his. She fell into the kiss like a woman deprived of oxygen being offered life giving air.
Tor growled and kissed her back with atavistic passion.
It had been a year, but they were still perfectly tuned to each other and there was no fumbling to find the right pressure for their lips. Her hands were all over him before she even realized she'd reached out touch.
When they broke apart, she was panting and his gaze burned with need.
His short hair stuck straight up where she'd run her fingers through it, his tie was undone as were the top two buttons on his shirt. Her hands itched to reach over and press against the hardened bulge in his slacks.
Tor cupped her face with both hands, his grey gaze trapping her own. "We are dating and we aren't hiding it."
"But you live in New York." He was well known here. Everyone would know.
"You noticed?"
"You know I did." Though, like him, she'd managed to avoid being in the same space together for the past year.
The SUV stopped and she looked out the window to yet another parking garage. Neither she nor Tor spoke while the security team escorted them to his penthouse apartment that took up the entire top floor of the high-rise owned by Asgersen's company.
He gave her a quick tour, like he wanted her to be able to easily find her way around.
"Your apartment has its own private gym, sauna and whirlpool," she said, impressed despite herself.
"It does. Are you looking for some time on the treadmill?" he asked with sexy humor. "Only I have another idea for getting some exercise."
"Don't tease. You know we can't do that."
"I think we can."
"You think we're dating," she said accusingly.
He gave her an assessing look and then led her into the living room, offering her refreshments without answering.
She took a bottle of water, needing something to clear her mind and realized too late, she might have been better off with a stiff whiskey.
This situation was surreal.
"Do you want to know why I kidnapped you from your apartment?" he asked as they somehow ended up next to each other on the large, elegant and surprisingly comfortable sectional facing a sleek gas fireplace.
There were other chairs in the room, but she had made no move to take one. Talk about giving mixed signals.
Feeling more frustrated with herself than she did with him, she said tartly, "You didn't kidnap me. I came willingly."
"Without any questions, your purse, or your phone," he observed. "I noticed."
"And you like that." Too much. It was all over the smug look on his gorgeous face. "Well don't get too conceited. I knew you wouldn't show up if it wasn't important."
"You do not believe I would have come simply to see you?"
"I know you didn't. The guys with their handheld scanners weren't there to get us dating again."
An arrested expression came over his features. "I wonder."
"What do you wonder?"
"How far my brothers will go to meddle with me and my private life."
"Your brothers are the reason you're here?" she asked, feeling let down.
