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cock rubbing against that heated throb between her legs. Bracing her crossed ankles against the hard swell of his ass, she ground herself against him. His responding growl rumbled against her lips and made something inside her respond in kind.
    “Damn, Sheridan, you should be charging admission.”
    The words slowly penetrated as the intense sensations began to ease, leaving her mind and body feeling heavy. She realized she was draped over the sexy stranger, wantonly rubbing herself against him. It felt so good. She felt good.
    Slowly leaning back until there was just enough space for their breaths to mingle, she met his strange eyes. They held hers, the gold flickering in their centers as the fingers buried in her short dark hair moved in a small caress against her scalp. God, she tingled all over. A little shiver went through her, and her focus dropped to those full lips. She ran her tongue over her own, savoring the taste of him that still lingered there. Damn, he tasted dark and seductive, so rich and addictive.
    “Hello, Sheridan, are you in there?”
    A slow frown furrowed her brow as she glanced over her shoulder with heavy, unfocused eyes.
    A big man with dark hair and pale gold eyes smirked at her. He whistled low, his brows raised high. “Are you done or do you want us to go wait in the van a little longer?”
    Kel blinked, looking past him to the brown, nondescript vehicle backed into the alley and the three other smiling people who were staring at her. They waved, and dread began to sweep through her, evaporating that tingly sensation. The cleanup crew she’d called in. Her partner, a big Drachon male, had a look on his face that said he would enjoy this story for a long time.
    What the hell was she doing?
    “That’s one way to interrogate a suspect. I can’t wait to watch you cuff him.”
    “Shut up, Merrick.” Kel snapped as her partner’s comment resonated in her mind. She could feel the stranger’s hard, warm body between her legs, and it took a supreme act of will to let him go.
    What the hell was wrong with her? She’d practically jumped some stranger’s bones with a dead body sitting less than six feet away.
    With as much dignity as she could muster, she unwrapped her legs from around the man’s waist and lowered her feet to the ground. Clearing her throat, Kel covered her still tingling lips with her hand, not quite aware that her other hand was still fisted in the stranger’s shirt. The heat of his hand at her neck still seared the tingling flesh.
    “Um.” Kel fumbled around for a coherent thought, dragging her hand down to press against her chest, the frantic beat of her heart thudding beneath her palm. She felt drunk. “What about the dealer?”
    “Bastard got away, but you obviously caught your guy.”
    Kel blinked and looked back up at the tall, lean stranger and dropped her eyes to where she still clutched at him with one tight fist. Oh! She released his shirt and smoothed the material out, the movement turning into a caress, her dark eyes intently studying the taut curve of his pectoral beneath her fingers. Raife Merrick cleared his throat and Kel, realizing what she was doing, jerked her hand back as though burned.
    What was wrong with her?
    “Did you manage to ask him what he was doing here before he stuck his tongue down your throat?”
    Kel narrowed her eyes on her partner before turning back to the stranger, who was still so close she could feel the heat radiating off his body. His very fine body.
    No! Kel jerked, slapping both palms against his chest in an attempt to gain some distance. It barely rocked him, and she was strong. Looking up, she noted his attention was no longer on her. His eyes were intently studying the Drachon, and a strange red flame was flickering around the pupil of each eye.
    She’d seen that look before.
    “Oh, hell no,” Kel snapped as she tried to put some distance between her and the effect this stranger had on her. One of his fists was still