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‘Going to tell me?’

‘Not yet.’ He grinned at her.

‘Tell me something else then.’

‘Like what?’

‘Like what you’re doing tonight?’

‘Whatever you want.’ His gaze locked with hers for a few seconds, before the road demanded his attention again.

‘I was thinking maybe I come back to yours.’

‘Sounds good to me.’

He parked his car – carefully avoiding hers – and leaned over to kiss her. She welcomed him, her lips hot and sweet against his, and she melted into him, pressing tightly against his chest despite the awkwardness of the position. His magic flared, glowing and warm deep within him, matching the heat from her touch. It ignited inside him, burning away every thought but getting her closer, removing everything that stood between them.

He didn’t think as he tugged her even more tightly against him, smothering her surprised – delighted? – yelp with his lips and tongue as he drank her in, losing himself in her essence and scent and touch.

‘Jamie…’

His name on her whimpered breath was enough to drive every other thought from his head. He twisted his fingers in her hair, deepening the kiss. Her hair was maddening – he wanted it down and all around him, not in this too neat, too confining braid that kept him from tangling his fingers in the dark silk and held it back from draping around him like he really wanted it to.

‘Jamie, stop…’

He dragged his hands from her, forcing his body to behave and listen to what she wanted. But he was glad to see she was flushed, her lips darkened and slightly parted, her breath coming a bit too fast.

‘I think we should get out of the car. Don’t you?’

Car. Right. Yes. They should get out of the car and go inside. ‘OK.’ He forced his tongue to remember how to speak instead of just kiss. Even though he’d rather be doing the latter and using his tongue to taste, tease, kiss and pleasure…

He forced himself to move, to climb out of the car, and was surprised when Amrita headed to hers, keys already in hand.

‘Amrita? Did you change your mind about coming in?’ Shit! His brain panicked. ‘Was I too pushy in the car? I’m sorry, I didn’t⁠—’

‘No, I liked it. A lot.’ She reassured him with a kiss – far gentler this time – before heading back to her car. ‘I just need to get something.’ She grabbed a bag from the back seat.

‘You brought an overnight bag?’

‘Maybe.’ She put one hand on her hip. ‘Do you want to ask me more questions about it, or do you want to go inside?’

‘The latter. Definitely the latter.’

‘Then what are we waiting for?’

‘I have no idea.’ He laughed and held out his hand.

He barely had time to lock the front door before she was in his arms again, teasing and kissing with soft nips and clever swipes of her tongue. Her hands were scorching on his chest, up the back of his neck and against his cheek as she moved against him, making his power blaze through him with visions of her beautiful body bared to him, her maddening hair surrounding them like a veil that kept the rest of the world at bay. Scent and ghostly touches remembered from the past and future moments they had and would still share combined with her kisses to drive him crazy with need. But he forced himself to slow, to let her set the pace. Even then, he was at risk of exploding.

When she drew back, hands lingering as she pulled away like she didn’t want to let him go, it was equal parts torture and relief. She watched him, amusement playing across her face, as she reached behind her, and up. A few moments later and her hair was released and she was running her fingers through it, letting it flow over her shoulders, chest and further down, and making his fingers twitch and ache with need.

‘You like it when I do this, don’t you?’

He nodded, words not trustworthy in that moment.

‘What about when I do this?’ Slowly, tormentingly, she unbuttoned her shirt, letting her fingers trace down the newly bared skin. But it wasn’t the bronze skin or dark lace that made his mouth go dry – it was the look in her eyes – sweet torture as his gaze jumped between her fingers, her eyes and her smile. She shrugged the shirt to the floor and quickly let her skirt follow – shimmying until it hit the ground.

‘Are you going to stand there staring, or are you going to take me to bed, please?’