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that was a stretch for a man like him. He didn’t seem like the kind of man to let anything stand in his way.
    As he stepped inside the room, she followed him, her stomach doing flip-flops. His dark brown hair was cut short, almost but not quite a skull trim. She’d run her fingers over his soft hair as he’d buried his face between her legs many times during the days they’d spent together. Her face flushed as she remembered that, just as she recalled how he’d taken her right against the shower wall of her bathroom. He’d held her up as if she weighed nothing, his muscular arms flexing as he pounded into her. . . . Her nipples started to tingle as the erotic memories bombarded her at once. It didn’t help that he was so damn sexy, with beautiful bronzed skin that showed off his Mediterranean heritage.
    The drapes were pulled back, giving them enough light from the buildings downtown to see the king-sized bed and other furniture clearly. There was a slight chill in the room, as if someone had turned the air conditioner down.
    God, what was she doing? She wasn’t going to prove anything to herself or him by being here. Yeah, maybe she should leave or— When Dax turned to her, those blue eyes that reminded her of the Aegean Sea pinning her, all thought process left her mind.
    Well, all thought other than imagining what it would feel like to have those soft lips on hers again. He was the first man who hadn’t treated her like some delicate freaking flower. Because of her smaller stature and, in large part, her ethnicity, men always thought she was this fragile, submissive creature. Not Dax. He’d treated her like an equal in and out of the bedroom and had seemed to really be impressed by her intelligence. By
her
.
    “Dax Costas,” she murmured, loving the sound of his name.
Costas.
God, even the way his last name rolled off her tongue was sexy.
    His jaw tightened, his blue eyes going pure storm cloud. “I love it when you say my name.”
    They were still in the short hallway of the room, where the bathroom and closet were. She took a step closer to him, his heat nearly singeing her. Reaching out, she stroked a hand down his chest. Even his shirt couldn’t hide the muscular expanse of his broad chest.
    His big body shuddered. Taking her by surprise, he backed her up until she was against the nearest wall, a predator moving in on his prey. Oh yeah, she wanted to be this man’s prey in every way. She’d felt his brand of dominance and wanted more of it. So badly her body ached for his touch, his kisses.
    At least right now. She was going to take everything he was offering. And give it back just as fiercely. Then she was walking away. On her terms.
    She’d done the yo-yo relationship thing in the past and she wasn’t cut out for it. Dax had just disappeared on her for two weeks with no word, and that wasn’t something she could deal with. But . . . she wanted him right now and this was on her terms. Not in her home and not in his. This was just sex. Her good-bye.
    Pure and simple.
    Okay, maybe not simple, but it was what she craved.
    “All I thought about was you for the past two weeks.” Dax’s voice was a sexy growl, his head dipping to her neck. There was a slight scruff of hair along his jaw and cheek as he moved against her. He pressed kisses against her neck, up behind her ear, before nipping her earlobe.
    She arched into him, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “Wish I could say the same,” she murmured, her voice teasing.
    His teeth pressed down on her earlobe and she let out a small yelp. “Stay mad at me all you want; just don’t kick me out of your life.” There was something guttural, almost vulnerable in his voice.
    But was she just imagining that? She wanted to believe she mattered to him, but . . . She mentally shook herself. She needed to stay in the present. That was what got her in trouble before, getting all emotional over Dax.
    His big hands slid down to her hips and he