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She swallowed, suddenly concerned that his voice had gotten too serious. “You don’t owe me anything, if that’s what you think.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” he said. “I do owe you something—an apology for what happened between us the other night.”

She shook her head in denial. “Brock, don’t—”

He caught her chin in his grasp and drew her attention back to his gaze. “I wanted you, Jenna. The way I pursued you into my bed probably wasn’t fair. It sure as hell wasn’t honorable, using my talent to dull your grief when it might also have drawn away some of your will.”

“No.” She touched his face, recalling very well how good it had felt to be kissing him, touching him, lying naked with him in his bed. She’d been more than willing to know that kind of pleasure with him, then and now. “It wasn’t like that, Brock. And you don’t have to explain—”

“Most of all,” he said, talking past her denials, “I owe you an apology for suggesting that sex with you would be purely physical, without strings or expectations beyond the moment. I was in the wrong. You deserve more than that, Jenna. You deserve far more than anything I can offer you.”

“I didn’t ask you for anything more.” She caressed the line of his jaw, then let her fingers drift down the strong column of his neck. “And the desire was mutual, Brock. My will was my own. It still is. And I would do it all over again with you.”

His answering growl was purely male as he drew her to him and kissed her deeply. He held her close, his heartbeat thudding powerfully, the heat of his body seeping in through her skin like a balm. When he broke from her mouth, his breath was ragged through his teeth and bright points of his fangs. His dark eyes glittered with brilliant amber sparks. “Christ, Jenna … what I want to do right now is turn this car around and drive off somewhere with you. Just the two of us. Just for a little while, away from everything else.”

The idea was more than tempting but made even more irresistible when he leaned in and caught her in a sensual, bone-melting kiss. She wrapped her arms around him and met his tongue with her own, losing herself in the erotic joining of their mouths. He made a low noise in the back of his throat, a rumbling growl that vibrated through her as he drew her deeper into his arms, deeper into his kiss.

Jenna felt the abrading scrape of his fangs against her tongue, felt the hard ridge of his arousal pressing against her hip as he pivoted her around to the long bench seat and covered her with his body.

“Gideon’s waiting for us in the tech lab,” she managed to whisper as he broke away from her mouth to rain a dizzying trail of kisses along the sensitive skin below her ear. They’d phoned in from the road an hour ago, alerting Gideon and Lucan to the situation they’d encountered in New York and letting them know they were heading back to the compound. “They’re expecting us to report in as soon as we arrive.”

“Yes,” he growled, but he didn’t stop kissing her.

He unzipped her coat and slid his hand underneath her shirt. He caressed her breasts over the thin fabric of her bra, teasing her nipples to pebble-hard peaks. She writhed beneath him as he moved atop her, slow thrusts of his pelvis that made her body weep with the need to feel him naked against her. Buried inside her.

“Brock,” she gasped, all but lost to the passion he was stoking in her. “Gideon knows we’re in here. There’s probably a security camera trained on us right now.”

“Tinted windows,” he rasped, glancing up at her with a sexy grin that bared the gleaming tips of his fangs and made her stomach flip. “Nobody can see a thing. Now stop thinking about Gideon and kiss me.”

He didn’t have to tell her to stop thinking. His hands and lips erased all thought, except the yearning she had for more of him. He kissed her with demand, pushing his tongue into her mouth like he meant to devour her. His passion was intoxicating and she drank him in, clutching at him, inwardly cursing their inconvenient clothing and the confining interior