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very persistent and wouldn’t miss a trick. But you’re right, it’s not the only reason I brought you back here.”
    Emily stood still as Chace advanced. He stood in front of her and lifted his hand to her face, cupping her cheek. “You’re so beautiful. When I first saw you tonight, it almost felt like a mirage. Do you know how long I’ve thought about you?”
    Chace kept calling her beautiful and Emily wasn’t sure how to feel about it. She took pride in her appearance and knew she turned a few heads once in a while when she really made an effort. But next to Chace? She felt as if they were like night and day – and it wasn’t simply because he was white and she black. That had never been an issue for either of them even then. There had always simply been that attraction.
    But now Emily wanted to imagine she felt nothing at all. Even if Chace was to close the small gap between them and kiss her, Emily told herself it would leave her cold.
    It took only a few moments for Emily to realize how foolishly wrong she was.
    Chace did get up close, causing Emily to back up against the wall behind her. Her eyes flew up to his and caught the look in his light, almost transparent gray eyes. They mesmerized her as much as the scent of him that teased her nostrils: male, sexy, spicy. Emily drew in a sudden, trapped breath as Chace edged in even closer.
    How had the atmosphere changed so drastically? Emily’s constant angst seemed to fade into a puff of smoke. She felt Chace’s hard heat press her against the wall and it softened her resolve to stay in control and aloof.
    There’d always been something about him . It was in the way he looked at her, looked right inside her to her very soul. He hadn’t lost that touch. Chace Hammond. How that name had rang in her heart and mind even after all this while. He’d said almost the same thing himself, about how long he’d been thinking about her. Was it possible she’d crossed his mind as much as he had hers?
    Chace’s eyes were fixed on Emily’s parted mouth. She resisted the urge to bite down hard on her bottom lip and instead said, “Don’t, Chace. Just stop.”
    “I want to stop. But I can’t.” His voice had a raspy thread. His hands cradled her throat, and Emily watched his face slant over hers till their lips were aligned perfectly.
    “Now would be the right time to push me away, Emily,” he growled inches from her mouth. “If not, then I’m going to kiss you.”
    Knowing she was weak, stupid, and possibly crazy, Emily couldn’t do it – couldn’t push Chace away. Her heart was beating too fast, endorphins on a high from the excitement of being this close to him.
    It was strange how desire, smoldering and powerful, could hit you out of nowhere. It set Emily pulsing in her most secret places as her head spun from the stormy swell of it.
    Chace. His hands. On her waist, then gliding dangerously higher. Emily was panting and he hadn’t even kissed her yet. His face, still tucked close to hers, had her taking cover as she squeezed her eyes shut. This isn’t happening right now .
    Emily told herself those words over and over as moments stretched into breathless eons. How long ago was it she’d been grinding against some stranger’s body at the club? At least, before boredom had her excusing herself to get a drink while her friends stayed back dancing to the wild beat? It felt like it had happened in another time bubble, that moment when Chace had first stood beside her and she’d heard his unmistakably deep and husky voice.
    A jolt of arousal hit her spine as Emily felt Chace slowly rub her rock-hard nipples with the pad of his thumb where they jutted through her clothes. She’d never felt them get this hard, this eager. Dear Lord. How could everything about Chace turn her on so easily, even after so long?
    “Baby, you have no idea what you do to me,” rasped Chace, his sweet breath fanning her upper lip. “Nothing has changed.”
    Now there he had it