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    He watched the ways she studied him and suspected she’d read the conflicting
    emotions in his eyes. She moved closer and gently touched his cheek, fragmenting
    his thoughts. The intoxicating, feminine scent of her skin pul ed him into a cocoon of
    need and desire. His head began spinning, and he struggled to keep himself upright.
    What the hel was happening to him?
    She began moving, pressing against him. “Brand…” Her sweet yet seductive
    voice curled around him and his hands, as though moving of their own accord,
    urgently began tracing the contours of her luscious body. Her heat reached out to him
    and his entire body shuddered with longing.
    Oh God, he needed…
    Suddenly, reality inched its way into his brain and he squared his shoulders and
    pul ed back. He wouldn’t—couldn’t—do anything to hurt her. “Don’t. I can’t do this.”
    Fighting an internal war, he eased away and drew a ragged breath.
    She stepped into him again, giving him no reprieve. “Can’t or don’t want to?” she
    asked breathlessly, her voice a low velvet murmur. Her legs widened and as though
    she, too, was driven by a greater force, she shimmied against him.
    “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, completely unprepared for the emotions she brought out in
    him. Wel past the point of thinking logical y, he pressed the button for his floor,
    grabbed her wrist and pinned her against the mirrored wal . He positioned his lips
    close to her mouth. Never in his life had he felt so crazed or frantic.
    “Kaylea…”
    “I want you.” She poised her lips open and the invitation proved too powerful for
    him to deny. His lips crashed down on hers and he sank into her warm wetness. As he
    found solace in the heat of her mouth, her kiss fuel ed the hunger brewing inside him.
    When she moaned in pleasure, fire pitched through his veins, and his cock thickened,
    draining al the blood from his brain, along with his cognitive reasoning abilities.
    Pressure began building in his body and he couldn’t think, he could only feel.
    “Tel me you don’t want this,” she murmured, her lips moving to his neck, her
    tongue doing delicious things to his nerves.
    The elevator stopped on his floor. With need ruling his actions, and wel past the
    point of thinking rational y, he hauled her off. “I can’t,” was al he managed to get out as
    he ushered her down the hal .

Chapter Four
    Kaylea’s heart raced as Brand gathered her hand in his and guided her into his
    lavish suite. He turned to her, his mouth parted, his eyes dark, intense. Carnal. Oh
    Lord, he looked so wild and so out of control that it scared her and excited her at the
    same time.
    Even though outwardly he seemed dark and dangerous, deep in her soul she
    instinctively knew she was safe with him. Intuitive intel igence told her that beneath the
    surface, he was a man of integrity and character, and had a fierce sense of
    protectiveness. And since she always trusted her intuition, as it had never guided her
    wrong before, she was going to give herself to this man in a way she’d never given
    herself to another. He might be rough and rugged on the outside but she’d glimpsed
    the softness, and the warmth underneath, which affirmed her belief that she was
    definitely in good hands.
    Everything inside her told her that Brand was just the man to take away her
    virginity and give her a night of wild sex that she’d never ever forget.
    She raised her gaze to his and his shaky thumb traced her lips, as his nostrils
    flared. “You’re…so…beautiful.” His words came out broken, fractured, and she
    sensed the urgency in his body.
    She caught the hungry gleam in his eyes and her entire being began shaking with
    want, no…with need. The sexual pul between them was most powerful and did
    bizarre things to her insides.
    “Brand—” Her words died when he pul ed her against him, meshing her softness
    with his hardness. She relaxed into him, soaking in his warmth.
    “Come here,”