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Oh, Zeke kne Grace and Mackay had worked, he thought as he found hiain, to the scalloped lace that peeked over her leather vest

Bra or camisole? he wondered Probably one of those short little cas Scarlet red and flirty Just like the shoes she carried in her hand

"You didn’t answer ue," he reminded her "Why don’t you have a lover?"

And he wasn’t certain he wanted to hear the answer to that question The same reason perhaps that he didn’t have a lover Because he couldn’t have Rogue

"Does it matter why?" She stood still, deter distance

He stared down at her, feeling things he knew he had no right to feel Things he knew he shouldn’t feel, not for this spritely little wo a dangerous gaht and he knew it But he needed a taste of her

Just enough to hold hiames with me, Zeke," she breathed out wearily "Honestly, I don’t have tiht now"

"Have I ever played ga out to touch her cheek, knowing, damn, he knew this was a ht now Because he couldn’t follow through He couldn’t have her and revenge It wasn’t possible

She didn’t answer hiht now

So Twenty-six, even if it was almost twenty-seven, was too far from thirty-seven years old Eleven years Two years less than that which separated Alex Jansen and his fiancée, Janey Mackay, Zeke thought But just because Alex could handle it didn’t mean Zeke could Hell, his son, Shane, was nineteen He was closer to Rogue’s age than Zeke was

"You don’t play ga, turning sensual, tes he wanted to do to her The ways he wanted to do them He was here to question her about her cousins’ deaths; instead, he found hi the softness of her cheek Skin like satin and silk combined And as he looked, he realized it was all but devoid of makeup

She looked like a te, riotous red gold curls flowing around her,a man wonder what it would be like to be bound within the his head and allowing his rougher cheek to brush against hers "Tell ainst hih when no one else could

"That wasn’t an order, Rogue"

"Oh It was supposed to be an order?" A little, knowing sed at her lips

Oh yeah, she kneanted her until he ached with it And she wanted She wanted with the saer He could see it in her eyes

Her shoes dropped to the carpet, the light thud barely registering in his head Hell, he could barely hear anything over the race of his own pulse and the thunder of lust in his veins

He let his lips skim her cheek The need for her threatened to erode his control and his senses

"I’erous"

"Of course it is" One sers of the other were pressing against his sto; he could feel the warh the ainst his jeans The hard throb wasHow er overrode control? he wondered And as it about this one woainst the curls at the side of her face They were soft, fragrant

Like silk that sers, hold her in place, and eat her up with kiss after kiss He wanted to taste those lush, sensual lips

He wanted to feel her tongue against his, hell, he wanted all of her

"You’re teasingwithin it as she shifted closer to hio"

"You’re supposed to tell me to leave," he reminded her

"Kissyou would be a very bad idea" So asn’t he stepping back? Why wasn’t he letting her go? Instead, he was ripped her jaith his hand and lifted her head

"Or one of your better ideas," she retorted breathlessly

He didn’t give himself a chance to think, and he should have He should have considered the consequences, and he damned sure should have considered the spark that blazed between the

He should have considered it, because each time he did, he knew better than to draw closer to the fire He knew better than to let his hunger get the best of him But he didn’t consider

He brushed his lips over hers as they parted Light as a whisper, he let himself feel her lips He came back for a taste The barest taste of that full lower lip, and it was ambrosia

Nectar It was the sweetest taste of flesh that he swore he had ever known If he wasn’t htest flavor of his favorite drink that lingered there The slightest hint of the dark, potent whisky he preferred