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304 pages, Paperback
First published March 5, 2013

A hint of lip gloss, and dark shadow on her blue eyes that turned them storm gray. The pink on her cheekbones was all him, though, and by the time he was through with her mouth, that color would be all him, too.

While he stared at her she let her purse drop to the floor at her feet. The casual, almost taunting move set off something dark and primitive inside him. He stepped close and gripped her wrist, turned her to face the door, flattened her palms at shoulder height, then covered her hands with his.
„Go on, Lauren. Tell him how you are. Want some help? You’re slick and hot and primed.”
“I never thought you needed to heal, Ty. You just…needed to get reacquainted with yourself.”
"Sometimes you can't overcome instincts. Sometimes wounded animals don't want to be healed. Sometimes in the twenty-first century it doesn't pay to be curious."



“You’re loud,” Ty said. “It’s hot as hell.”
“What’s with the mirror?” she asked, her voice soft, high-pitched as she sank into the scenario.
“I’m a man,” he said absently. “We like to watch.”
His lips curved into a lazy smile. “Still know what you want, Lauren?”
“I do. I most certainly do. I want you.”
“I’m all yours,” he said, and with those words she knew Ty Hendricks was finally coming home.

Suddenly unable to breathe, he looked at the curve of her hips, draped in a skirt that ended just past the lace tops of her thigh-high stockings, then let his gaze travel down the seam along the backs of her legs. It was old-school sexy, Marilyn Monroe sexy, hot-f@ck-bent-over-the-dresser sexy.
"Oh," he managed.
She peered over her shoulder at him, then lowered her lashes, all red-headed vamp. "All the girls modify the uniforms to increase tips, and most go for hell hot. You didn't notice?"

"Standard issue combat knife," he said. "No big deal. C'mere. I'm harmless." That was as much for himself as her.
"You have to set your alarm for five," she said. "I can't be late for class again."
"Fast or slow?"
"What?" It just has to go off. I don't care how the thing buzzes, but it better be loud because--"
He kissed her, the old-fashioned, movie kind of kiss, both hands to her jaw to hold her mouth for his, but mostly to shut her up. "Fast or slow," he repeated, trusting he'd made the context clear with the explicit, hard kiss.
Her purse landed on the floor with a thud. "Fast. Now."






