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She was the type for slow. For romancing, that kind of thing. For fine dining at the Barratt with sophisticated men like Daniel McKellen the Second. Expensive bottles of wine. Trips to the theater.
She just had that whole prissy-queen thing going on that had always driven him crazy. No sane man just devoured a queen. Not without thinking about it first. Planning it.
Maybe he could convince her to let him devour her, just this once.
He really wanted to devour this woman. To figure her out in the most elemental way possible.
She wasn’t pushing him away. There was that.
His mouth covered hers again. Her hands slipped around his neck. She pressed closer. Jarrod just kissed her. Like he had never kissed a woman before.
This was probably the most insane moment of her life.
And no man had ever kissed her with as much fire as the man holding her now. Every inch of her body where it touched his flamed. Instantly.
He pulled back. His hand slipped up to the back of her neck. Scorching fingers brushed her skin just beneath her hair.
The touch felt different.
It was almost as if he was claiming her.
Like some Scottish warlord of old, taking the woman he wanted.
The thought had her shivering. Or maybe it was the feel of him around her that was doing that.
Haldyn didn’t know if it was the whole situation that made her not push the man she was certain she didn’t even like away. To actually getting closer. To actually kissing him back.
Haldyn jerked away. She stared at him. “D-don’t ever…we shouldn’t…we are never doing this again.”
He smiled at her, quirking his mouth in that particular grin that drove her crazy—and not in a good way. It sent the little dimple next to his mouth flashing at her.
Taunting her.
Haldyn wanted to kick him.
For looking so smug. Like he’d learned something or proven something to himself.
“What’s the matter, Doc? Did I scare you or something?”
Irritation built in an instant. He was taunting her. There she was, confused, and he was taunting her. Like he always had before.
Haldyn spun away. It wasn’t running away to leave him there. It was retreating. And that was the only smart thing she could possibly do.
He stayed right on her heels.
“Leave me alone!”
17
Jarrod had seriously misjudged.
He never should have put his hands on her. He’d spent hours the night before coming to that conclusion.
He’d come to that decision long after he’d eaten a solitary dinner, well after she had hopped away like the little rabbit he had nicknamed her—with just Gunnar to keep him company.
Gunnar Erickson had not been the dinner companion he had had in mind.
Gunnar had stated very clearly that he was going to move to the arctic after this case ended and refrain from interacting with beautiful women for the rest of his life. And into the next.
