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coming in small, rapid pants now, and
suddenly she realized that she’d not been this turned in a long, long time.
What in the hell was it about this man that was pushing all her buttons? WAIT.
It didn’t matter what it was about him that sent her libido into a frenzy. She
couldn’t have him. He was forbidden fruit for a couple of different reasons.
    First of all, she was investigating
him on behalf of the Major General. Second of all… well, the first reason was
all she needed. But just as Elena was about to open her mouth and tell him no,
she didn’t want a demonstration, she wanted a confession, he did something that
shocked the shit out of her.
    He took in a long exaggerated
inhale, nostrils flaring much like that lion she likened him too earlier, and
then his tongue came out to lick his lips like he was savoring something
extravagantly tasty. “Damn you smell good all pissed off and turned on.”
    That. Fried. Her. Brain. Dozens of
images of him using that tongue to actually taste her overloaded her mind. If
she’d thought she’d been turned on before, now she was practically on the edge
of an orgasm from just looking, listening, and daydreaming about the man. Her
mouth went dry, making speech next to impossible. She had to get her act
together though. There was no way she could let this pushy, arrogan- her inner
rant ended as Ivanov closed the distance between the two of them. Leaning over
the desk, with his hands braced on either side of hers on the desk top, he
placed his nose at the base of her neck. She felt him inhale again as he ran
that nose up the length of her neck until she felt a rough, wet swipe of his
tongue on the spot below her ear.
    Holy shit. Her will power took a
hike along with her common sense. He pulled back from her and settled back into
his chair on his side of the desk with what seemed to be forced constraint. His
knuckles were actually white from the force he was using to dig his fingertips
into the desk top in front of him. There were small lines around his mouth and
eyes as if he were actually strained somehow. Working up the nerve to tell the
sexiest man she’d ever met, that she wanted him to use that tongue on every
inch of her body, she nervously licked her dry bottom lip. She saw the moment
his eyes zeroed in on the tip of her tongue. Watching it rapturously as she
swiped it slowly over her lip, and then his head shot back up to look in her
eyes before he lunged. Not moved in smoothly or suavely, but freakin’ lunged
at her .
    Expecting his lips to crash into hers
any second, Elena closed her eyes. Anticipating what would hopefully be a kiss
that rocked her entire world. If she was going to give in to temptation, and
risk getting herself in trouble fraternizing with another soldier above her
rank, this had better be the best kiss of her entire life. She waited.
    Nothing .
    She waited some more. She kept her
lips slightly pursed while her entire body was tingling in anticipation of his
touch. Where the hell was the touch of those lips anyways? Opening her eyes
back up she found Master Sergeant Ivanov across the room, at least ten feet
from the desk, and her, being held back by a man she’d never seen before.
    The stranger was largely built,
showcased by his olive green Army t-shirt was stretched tight across his broad shoulders,
but still smaller than Ivanov. It was a miracle the unknown
soldier was able to hold back the struggling Master Sergeant at all.
With sandy blond hair that was so thick and lush, falling almost to his
shoulders, it could be described as a manly mane, and unnerving chocolate brown
eyes that seemed out of place in context to the rest of his appearance. He was
both beauty and a beast. Beautiful because Elena had never seen anything like
him with his golden tan skin, matching hair, and a body that was clearly built
better than any body builder she’d ever seen except for perhaps Ivanov’s. Beast
because of the four ghastly scars, which looked like claw