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anything—it screamed intention. The man had decided to cop a feel. She wanted to be offended. She wanted to kick the intruder’s ass. Instead she couldn’t move a muscle to ward off the touchy-feely.
    Oh, boy.
    The man hovered over her now, and she heard his heavy breathing. So she’d given him a run for his money. Gratification warred with fear. What should she do now? Lie here like a beached whale? Attempt to get away?
    Warm breath touched her neck. The heat from his body felt comforting and arousing all at once.
    “God, you’re pretty,” he whispered, his voice husky with excitement and maybe awe. The voice sounded familiar. “What the hell were you trying to do, honey?”
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    Denise A. Agnew
    She wanted to speak, to refute his assessment and tell him to keep his paws off.
    Despite fury at her inability to defend herself, she wanted with aching certainty to discover what he’d do next.
    “Damn it,” he growled softly. He drew in a deep breath, as if inhaling her scent. “I can’t resist you.”
    When his fingers trailed up over Evelyn’s neck, she couldn’t repress a shiver of unbidden longing. Man, the guy had enough potency in that little touch to start a fire hotter than a blowtorch. Warm breath touched her mouth, startling and erotic.
    He captured her lips, asking with determination. She couldn’t resist, didn’t want to resist. Parting her lips to his slow seduction, Evelyn savored the heady, wild sensation of his strong mouth molding hers. His exploring kiss, silky smooth, begged her with hot, drugging persistence. Nothing in her experience prepared her for the sizzling intensity of his touch, the way his mouth cherished and caressed. She wanted to beg for a deeper kiss. Instead she got more. He cupped her left breast, his fingers brushing over her nipple. She gasped into his mouth as unexpected pleasure darted into her belly.
    When he broke the kiss and released her breast, she felt woozy and a melting sensation pulsed between her legs. Heated and wanting more, she arched upward and moaned. His lips trailed over her neck, reaching for the soft throbbing pulse at the base.
    With lingering kisses he discovered erogenous zones on her neck she never realized she had.
    His mouth skimmed hers gently, then retreated. “Come on. I know you’re awake.”
    He moved his strategy to the next level. He located the top of her thigh-high stocking and started rolling it down her leg.
    Bursting into action, she sat up and launched at him with a snarl. “Get your hands off me, you cretin!”
    He grabbed her arms and captured her wrists in one hand. Suddenly she found his large male body sprawled on top of her, pinning her to the couch. As the man looked down on her, she inhaled a startled breath.
    Lord have extreme mercy . Mortification flamed in her face.
    It was Conall Tierney.
    With his tousled hair of burnished gold and a couple days’ growth of beard, he looked rough-and-tumble and capable of anything. The temper shining from his bright, sea-green eyes said she’d pissed him off but good. A flare of yellow light overruled the green, stunning and filled with incredible fire. She gasped in amazement. It couldn’t be.
    He couldn’t have firelight spilling from his eyes.
    Maybe the dim emergency lights made his eyes seem unearthly. Perhaps she’d hit her head and hallucinated.
    The fire in his eyes blinked out, replaced by the beautiful green.
    Okay, so she must have suffered oxygen deficiency to imagine Conall as anything but human. Top that off with a couple of other distracting factors and she wondered 12

    Night Scream
    how she could breathe at all. When she shifted against him, his body felt muscular and oh…oh, so fine against every one of her curves. His movement made her legs part. Her suit skirt, already pushed up past decency, inched higher. His hips nestled between her thighs. For a few seconds his cock pressed right up against her most vulnerable, tender spot. A wild tingle shot through her