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Beth put her phone back in her purse. Her hands were shaking, and she felt light-headed. She just couldn’t catch her breath either, even though the cab was air-conditioned and blissfully cool. She cracked the window. The breeze was hot and damp as it blew through her hair.

What had she done? To her body last night. To her life right now.

What was next? Setting her apartment on fire?

She hated that Wrath had dangled the one carrot she couldn’t resist in front of her. That he was obviously a criminal. That he terrified her, but she still got hot thinking about how he’d kissed her.

And she despised the fact that he knew those were her first orgasms.

“Drop us off here,” Wrath told the driver ten minutes later.

Beth paid with a twenty-dollar bill, thinking they were lucky she had the cash on her. Wrath’s money, that big bank roll of the stuff, was on the ground in her backyard. So it wasn’t like he could cover the fare.

Was she really going home with this man?

The taxi left, and they walked down a perfectly kept sidewalk in a well-maintained, ritzy neighborhood. It was an absurd switch in scenery. From the violence in that back alley, to rolling lawns and flower beds.

She was willing to bet the people who lived in these houses had never run from the police.

She glanced back at Wrath, who was slightly behind her. He was scanning around them as if he were looking to get jumped, although how he could see anything with those black glasses on, she had no idea. She just didn’t get why he wore them. Aside from compromising his vision, those flashy lenses were a serious identifying feature. If anyone clapped their eyes on him, they’d be able to describe him accurately in a heartbeat.

Not that the long black hair and the sheer size of him wouldn’t have done the job well enough.

She turned her head away. The sound of his boots hitting the concrete behind her was like fists thudding on a solid door.

“So the cop.” Wrath’s voice was close, deep. “Is he your lover?”

Beth almost laughed. God, he sounded jealous.

“I’m not going to answer that.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t have to. I don’t know you, I don’t owe you.”

“You got to know me pretty damn well last night,” he said in a low growl. “And I got to know you very well.”

Let’s not go there, she thought, getting instantly wet between her legs. God, the things that man could do with his tongue.

She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at a well-kept Colonial. Lights glowed in various windows, making it look inviting and somehow familiar. Probably because homey-looking places were universal. And universally appealing.

She could use a week in one right about now.

“Last night was a mistake,” she said.

“Didn’t feel that way to me.”

“Then you felt wrong. You felt all wrong.”

He reached for her before she even sensed he’d moved. She was walking along and then she was in his arms. One of his hands clamped onto the base of her neck. The other pulled her hips tight against him. His erection was a thick rope on her belly.

She closed her eyes. Every inch of her skin came alive, her temperature soaring. She hated the reaction to him, but like the man, she had no control over it.

She waited for his mouth to come down on hers, except he didn’t kiss her. He bent his lips to her ear instead.

“Don’t trust me. Don’t like me. I could give a shit. But don’t you ever lie to me.” He took a deep breath, as if he were drawing her into him. “I can smell the sex coming off you right now. I could take you down on this sidewalk and be up that skirt of yours in a heartbeat. And you wouldn’t fight me, would you?”

No, she probably wouldn’t.

Because she was an idiot. Who evidently had a death wish.

His lips brushed the side of her neck. And then his tongue licked her skin lightly. “Now, we can be civilized and wait until we get home. Or we can get down to it right here. Either way, I’m dying to come inside of you again, and you’re not going to say no.”

Beth gripped his shoulders through his leather jacket. She was supposed to push him away, but she didn