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It didn’t seem to matter that they didn’t know each other. That they were practically strangers. Not really. She’d already seen the true heart of him, in the way he’d put himself on the line for her. Would it be the same if he were another man, another hunter?
Or was it something abouthim?
“Step back,” she instructed, tentatively. “Now forward.”
He did as she commanded, the unbridled heat in his eyes turning into a devastating smolder. Like he’d have her on her back and moaning within minutes, if only she allowed it. The thought sent a fresh wave of heat to her core and she knew the moment he sensed it, smelled the affect he had on her from the way his nostrils flared.
She wasn’t the only one affected by their closeness, and they both knew it.
She could feel every inch of him, every bit of leashed power behind the taut muscles of his arms, his back, his chest—and growing length of his cock pressed against her stomach, the way his fingers tightened on her hips in a delicious, bruising grip, promising a primal, pleasurable kind of punishment, if she let him.
His hand dipped lower.
“Now back, and extend your left foot,” she heard herself say.
Her voice was breathy, little more than a whisper, her need barely contained.
She wasn’t certain how long they continued like this, each movement, each step singeing her like she was a candle and he was the flame, until the throb between her legs nearly came to a head, built in a slow steady ache, and she wasn’t certain she could take it anymore.
Not without coming apart.
“We’re supposed to step away now.” She stopped moving, uncertain what else to say.
Jace’s eyes were dark, lustful. “And if we don’t?”
The forbidden promise behind that question burned through her.
He cradled her in his arms, like he refused to let go, though she couldn’t bring herself to pull away. Maybe because she didn’t want to.
He was a natural lead, his movements surprisingly polished and smooth. Nothing like the gruff man she knew him to be every time he opened his mouth. He was tender with her now.
Different.
She bit her lower lip. Allowing herself to go further with this would do neither of them any good. Still, for a brief second, she considered telling him the truth, willing herself to let her words flow freely, but she quickly snapped her jaw shut. There was no point. Knowing her luck, it would only make things worse.
His hand slid from her hip onto her lower back, pulling her from her thoughts.
Shit. She couldn’t do this.
There was no doubt in her mind now—her body wanted him, needed him like she needed air, water, food, and some part of her heart did, too.
But she couldn’t. Not now. Not ever.
Sensing the change in her, Jace’s breath slowed, and for several long moments they lingered there, a hairsbreadth away from moving closer, or stepping apart. His emerald gaze locked on hers, but she forced her gaze away. Navigating this situation just wasn’t possible. They were enemies. Nothing more.
That’s all they ever would be.
She turned away from him then and folded her arms over her chest, as she tried to hold herself together. If she didn’t stop now, she wouldn’t be able to control herself; she would want him too much to resist. Having him so close but being unable to have him was pure torture. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could take it.
Frankie cleared her throat. “You can stay here a few days. There’s a studio apartment upstairs. Hide out until you get your bearings. Hopefully by then this insanity with your organization will have blown over.”
As if her words had brought some sense to them both, the tension between them dissipated. The spell broken.
“It won’t.” Jace shook his head, before raking a hand through the stubbled shadow on his chin. “You heard Chet. I’m a dead man. Headquarters won’t take lightly the fact that I’ve been hiding what I am for years.”
“Which is?” She lifted a brow.
He scoffed, suddenly gruff again. “Hell if I know.”
