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his hands on her back, sliding up and down, touching her in places no man had ever dared to touch. She wanted more, her body starting to demand more. She wanted his hands…yes! When his hand moved higher, his fingers touching her breast she thought she might just melt into a puddle of sizzling steam. And then one hand moved lower, cupping her bottom and an ache started, grew from her stomach outwards as she felt the hardness against her abdomen. His hand on her bottom pressed her, moved slightly and she gasped at the contact, not sure what was happening or why her body was doing what it was doing.

“Zeke!” she gasped, her toes curling with a strange restlessness that caused her body to curl into his, to shift against him.

He lifted his head and looked down at her, thinking that his timing was pretty horrible. He’d just wanted to kiss her, to show her that she couldn’t make statements like wanting to maintain space because they were a lie. He hadn’t realized how strong the passion between them would ignite, how it would flame up out of control. Right now, he was holding onto his lust for this woman with a fine, very tenuous thread and he wasn’t sure if he could maintain that control. If it had been any other woman, he would have moved into his bedroom and spent a very pleasurable afternoon exploring this surprising need. But this was Marissa. And there was something about her that kicked in when she was near him. He didn’t just want sex with her. He suddenly realized that he wanted so much more.

“You’re beautiful,” he rasped softly.

Marissa opened her eyes, her teeth biting her lower lip as her body shifted against his, wanting to feel that electric current that had bolted through her body a moment ago. But as her eyes focused, she realized where she was and what she was doing. With a start, she pulled out of his arms and took several steps backwards. “What are you doing?” she demanded, her eyes wide with both confusion that she could let something like that happen and embarrassment that he had been the one to stop their love making.

He leaned forward and grabbed her around the waist once again, pulling her against him and ignoring her resistance. “I was kissing you,” he said softly and bent down to take her lips again. She resisted for a moment, but he quickly felt her lips respond.

Zeke didn’t take that kiss deeper. He wasn’t sure if his body could handle her passionate reaction again and not carry her into his bedroom so he stepped back but kept his hands on her waist. “And now, I’m going to make you something to eat. I know you’re ravenously hungry.”

Marissa wasn’t sure if he was still talking about food, but she followed him into his penthouse, amazed at the stunning views of Chicago from this level. “You certainly enjoy your heights, don’t you?”

He looked out and nodded his head. “It relaxes me.”

She smiled slightly, trying to imagine him relaxed. “What else do you do to relax?” she asked softly, surprised by how much she wanted to get to know this tall, commanding man. From a distance though! She was sure to keep several feet between them now, knowing what happened whenever he touched her. Apparently, she didn’t have much resistance when it came to this tall, strange man. And that bothered her. She felt cheap and naughty.

The wicked gleam in his eyes told her what he was going to say before he said it. “Don’t!” she laughed despite her negative thoughts, shaking her head and trying to pull back from him. “I don’t want to know.”

He threw back his head and laughed, not letting her retreat too far. “I was only going to say that I enjoy cooking,” he replied and pulled her through his home.

Marissa looked around as he led her through an enormous living room filled with comfortable but well placed pieces of furniture. “This looks….surprisingly nice.”

He glanced back at her, amused by her comment. “Why is it surprising?”

She shrugged even though he couldn’t see her. “I would have pictured you in a place filled with uncomfortable, modern furniture. All black or brown and looking like you barely use any of it.” His penthouse was the complete opposite with comfortable looking chairs placed near a large, gas fireplace with a stone surround. She could picture herself curled up right next to him