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with weights and pushups and lifts just so he could sleep at night.
    He was a man on fire. It drove her crazy.
    She knew more than one secret, actually. Rain liked to release his fury and fire—his incredible energy—through sex. Sadistic, erotic, animal sex: it was another way to get him sleeping like a baby.
    â€œSure is. I was trying to remember that Oxford lecture about Permian volcanic activity. If you made out any of my mumbling tell me later,” he winked. “Because I’ll probably forget.” His whispering was sounding more and more sensual. Annie pulled closer, relishing the power of her body to overwhelm this man, though he was made of stone and had a mind like a steel trap. The curve of her breast was right in his eye line. She watched his hand holding the rock, and saw the pulse in his wrist quicken.
    One time, after he came, she had seen his heart doing the same thing: his skin had pulsed as if a creature in his chest was trying to escape.
    â€œHow have you been feeling?” asked Annie when his leer became so obvious there was really no denying it. She shifted, trying to get a look at his face–longing to see desire sparking in those blue eyes–and got a shock instead: her own body was so ready. The space between her thighs was slick. Pleasure rippled around her clitoris when she so much as shuffled her feet.
    Rain stepped forth. He charged, really–with all the ruthlessness she knew he possessed. Annie loved that about him: he knew what he wanted. He knew when he was wanted.

Chapter 2
    Rain couldn’t take it anymore. Annie’s nipples were pricking through her kaftan, teasing him, daring him to come closer even as both their voices droned on about sedimentary rock. His head was filling with all the things he had done to those nipples, and wanted to do again: roll his tongue over them. Finger them as she moaned. Bite just hard enough that she screamed.
    He felt his erection growing. The heat pooled at the base of his abs–it was a hunger under his stomach that nothing else could feed. How does she do it?
    He had sworn that he would not do this with Annie again.
    Sex between them was like paper tearing. Sharp, furious, destructive. And the sounds from her were agonized as often as they were ecstatic. These sessions always happened despite his best efforts, taking them both to peaks of pleasure and dropping them–especially her–right back down.
    A cold feeling always filled his heart in the days after. Hard as he tried he could not summon any tenderness for this woman. This pained him, because he respected her so much as a scientist.
    Oh, but the sex. It was always better with slightly rough women. He examined Annie’s tattoo under her sleeve, licking his lips, and let his eyes climb up her arms to the corded, slender neck that was just begging for his hands around it.
    Our sex life is good; you have to admit, she had said once. Oh yeah! A little bit nasty, just the way he liked it. He was fond of Annie as a person and respected her, but Jesus–there was nothing better than that moment when he slid between her legs. He broke through her boundaries and her face sort of looked… fuller , for a moment. It opened, like a bloom: lips parting, cheeks flushing, and hot fragrant breath rising. Every pump of his dick was written on that face.
    He leaned in and covered her mouth with his, feeling her hands sliding to the back of his neck. The tent in his pants grew as she yielded, and the secret beast inside him gloried at the kill.
    Kill. More than one colleague had warned him that he was using Annie Childs as a chew toy.
    She quivered, pressing her breasts against his chest and twirling the curl at the nape of his neck with that girlish anxiousness that drove him crazy. Rain tried to start slow, parting her lips with his own and exploring the sweet hot pockets of her mouth. But it was no good. It was she who was eager–her hand moved down to cup