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“Sunny…” he murmured, needing this to stop almost as much as he needed it to continue.

She glanced up at him and her expressive green eyes met his. When her mouth opened, but no words formed, his heart thumped, and he feared all was lost. As her hot cream poured over his leg, and the ecstasy on her face touched him deep, his insides turned to mush. Need and pleasure gathered in his chest. Jesus, how she had the ability to evoke deep emotions in him was beyond him.

Her body slowed and she whispered his name. “Blake…” Her voice was so soft, intimate and so full of emotion that it rattled him to his core. In a span of a moment as they moved past some imaginary line, it had him thinking about love, family and white picket fences. His throat clenched, and needing the intimate contact, he brushed his fingers over her hard nipples. She gave a broken gasp and leaned into his touch. Christ, she was impossible to resist, and being with her was as natural as breathing. He was losing himself in her,
goddammit
, and there was nothing he could do about it.

He needed to fight it, to put a stop to this, before his demon grew stronger and took over.

As if sensing his distress, she pulled back and climbed over him. “Condom?” she asked breathlessly.

“Nightstand,” he whispered with effort, knowing he didn’t have the strength to stop what was happening between them, and knowing how much he wanted this. No, he needed this. After she quickly sheathed him, and before he realized what she was doing, she impaled herself on his cock.

“Sweet Jesus…”

Eyes full of want moved to his as they joined as one. He valiantly forced himself to suppress his emotions, astonished at the way she affected him. Unfortunately, his efforts proved futile. She moved up and down, her sweet cunt squeezing his cock until the point of no return. The sweet torture made him throb. As he gripped her hips and slammed deep, his composure melted, and he felt a shift inside his gut.

“That’s it, Blake. Let
yourself
go,” she murmured, as his guard slipped. “Just let go.”

In no time at all, his skin grew tight and his balls constricted. “Come here, sweetheart.” He captured her head to pull her close,
then
took possession of her mouth. He slid his hands down her back, circled her waist and flipped her over, needing her beneath him so he could feel every inch of her body against his. He buried his face in her neck and pumped deeper, harder, seeking, searching. He lifted his head to see her.

“Sunny, babe…” he murmured.

She moaned and pulsed around his cock, and there was nothing he could do to stave off the riot of emotions coursing through his veins. Unable to stop himself, or fight this powerful pull between them, a moan caught in his throat and his body quivered as he gave himself over to the pleasure.
Over to her.
As he made love to her, he wondered exactly when it was that she’d taken up residency in his heart.

“Yes…” she cried out when he released inside her, giving her a part of himself that he’d never given another. His mouth found hers and he kissed her long and deep then pulled back, breathless.

A long while later he rolled in beside her, fear working its way through his bloodstream as he wondered what came next. He tensed. Had his weakness just opened the door for his demon? He drew in a deep rejuvenating breath, and in that instant, after opening himself to
her,
it suddenly made the man in him feel stronger, fierce, more in control of his darker side. It occurred to him that loving her didn’t create a
weakness,
it created a strength in him. He could feel that power coursing through his veins, building, growing. As his body began tingling, it sharpened his instincts and kicked his protective nature up a notch. Perhaps his mother was wrong about giving into one’s emotions, or perhaps it simply took the right woman to empower him, to bring out the man in him.

As he considered that epiphany longer, he admitted, “I can’t seem to get enough of you.”

She grinned and the look in her eyes told him she understood that feeling all too well. “You can keep trying.”

Blake chuckled and rolled back over her, until she was captured beneath him. “Like I said, I like the way you think.” And with that he took her again, and again, until the wee hours of the morning.

When he awoke he took a moment to gaze at the amazing woman sleeping silently beside him. As emotions charged through him, his heart pounded in his chest. After being with her intimately, it gave him all the more reason to keep his demon buried. Never would he let the monster loose, because never would he do anything to hurt Sunny. Which was why he’d wasn’t about to let her put that plan of hers into action. He cared far too much for her to let her put herself in harm’s way, despite knowing she could handle herself. Trouble was
,
he was having difficulty coming up with something better on his own. It wasn’t as if his new best friend
Neal,
was letting him wander around the lower levels of the hotel all by himself.

His body grew needy as he proceeded to kiss her awake. “Hey,” he murmured. When her eyes opened and met his, urgent need overwhelmed him. He drew a centering breath, aware that she’d unleashed something inside him, and no matter how hard he tried, he’d never be able to get enough of her.

“Hey yourself,” she whispered back, her voice soft and seductive.

When she offered him a sultry smile full of promise, he gave into impulse, quickly sheathed himself and slid over her, crushing her body beneath his. Her legs automatically widened, and he grinned, loving the way she wanted him, and the way she so readily welcomed him into her body. His cock found her wet opening, and her mouth opened as his crown penetrated.

He swallowed hard, his head spinning as the need to sink all the way into her consumed his thoughts. Jesus, she felt so good, so tight. “I need to be inside you again, sweetheart.”

“I need that too,” she responded, giving him a look that conveyed her hunger as she pulled his mouth to hers. He kissed her, his tongue tangling with hers as he sank deep, her liquid heat scorching his cock.

Once inside, he gave her a moment to get used to the fullness. When she cried for more, he rocked into her, slowly, taking his time to savor her heat, and every clench of her beautiful cunt. As her body quivered in delight, it occurred to him that being with her this time felt more emotional, less physical.
Completely potent.

Her arms slid around his back and held him to her, moisture sealing their bodies together as they made love, both pushing and pulling, giving and taking, and touching intimately as they indulged in one another.

Her cunt tightened and a deep sense of satisfaction rolled through him as he took in her flushed face and the look of ecstasy in her eyes. As emotions ripped through him, his cock throbbed, and he knew he’d reached the point of no return. “Baby, I’m not going to last.”

She chuckled softly, and touched his face as she murmured, “I’m already there, Blake. I’m already there.”

Her muscles tightened around his cock, and he threw his head back. “Jesus…”

“Come with me,” she murmured.

Panting hard, he gathered her tight and held her as he drove deep, pumping once, twice before he released himself,
never
wanting the moment to end.

After a long time he inched back and brushed her hair from her face. “Jesus, girl, I love the look on your face when you come for me.”

She grinned, and once again it triggered another craving in him. He’d like nothing better than to spend the day, the week, forever in bed with her, but they both had work to do and they both knew it.

Blake clenched his jaw and shook his head. “You keep looking at me like that and I’ll never get out of here.”

With that Sunny glanced at the clock and put on her best professional face. “We need to move.”

“I know.” Blake planted a long, soul-searching kiss on her mouth before climbing from the bed. He took a quick shower and pulled on his clothes. As she too, got ready, he tossed her another look before moving to the door.

“Be careful,” she said and her concern for his well-being touched his deep.

His heart thumped and he hated to leave her.
“You too.”
With that they both went their separate ways, stepping back into their roles, eager to put a stop to Trevor’s monstrosities.

Hours later Blake found himself at the bar, carefully taking stock of the patrons—including
Sunny’s
partner who seemed rather preoccupied by the ladies and didn’t appear to give two shits about
Sunny’s
well-being. Conscious of the way Neal was watching his every move, Blake moved about easily, putting on his best professional face as he slipped into bartender mode.

As Blake carefully polished another glass and placed it on the shelf behind the bar, Neal helped himself to a bottle of water from the bar’s fridge. He cracked it open and took a long swig.

“The hot little blonde is watching you,” he said, nodding in
Sunny’s
direction.

And Blake didn’t like the way Neal was watching Sunny. It made him wonder just how much of her he’d seen back in Blake’s hotel room earlier.
The bastard.

“That’s the problem with women,” Blake said, slamming the fridge door closed a little too hard with his hip. “Once you screw them, they think they own you.”

Neal never took his eyes off her, his expression turning just a bit too calculating for Blake’s comfort.
“She any good?”

Blake shrugged. “I’ve had better.”
And if you touch her I’ll rip your fingers off one by one,
then
shove them up your ass.
“There’s something weird about her.”

“Yeah, well.” Neal set his water on the bar and grabbed one of the glasses. He mixed up a Daiquiri with enough skill to show he’d done it before. Then he pulled a little bottle out of his pocket and emptied something into the drink. He lifted the drink to Blake, whose uneasiness escalated to full-scale red alert. “A few ounces of this will make her normal.”

Blake almost went for his throat. He knew a challenge when he saw one. But then he thought of that movie, he thought of Cass, he thought of
Sunny’s
cover and he thought
better
.

He kept his own face blank, but cold sweat chilled his spine as he watched Neal cross the room to where Sunny sat with the ski bunnies.

Sunny smiled over at him and all he could think about was how she’d tasted when he’d kissed her goodbye. Her smile dimmed a little when he didn’t return it.

“The bartender asked me to give you this,” Blake heard Neal say. Demon genes came in handy sometimes. Neal set the drink on the table in front of her.

Don’t drink it
, Blake thought at her. She was a cop. She should know better.
Right?
Blake shot her partner a look, thinking he just might need him, but he walked through the door with two bunnies on his arm, unaware or uncaring of what was going on around him. Under the circumstance, Blake had no time to go after him. Knowing Sunny needed him here to keep his eye on her, he turned back to face her and hoped like hell she could read his distress through the professional mask he wore.

Sunny glanced over at Blake, then up at Neal. She pushed the drink away with her fingertips. “Tell him thank you, but I’ve had my limit for the night.”

“Are you crazy?” Tabby whispered loudly. She shoved the drink back in front of Sunny. “You don’t say no to Blake Ashen.”

Blake figured things couldn’t get much worse than this. If she didn’t take it now, someone was going to start wondering why not. Neal already knew he and
Sunny’d
been at it.

Sunny reached for the drink, smiled over at Blake and took a small sip.

He was really worried now. She might know better than to actually drink the whole thing, but by accepting the drink she’d given Neal an excuse to sit down and talk to her. And that wasn’t what Blake wanted. It wasn’t what he wanted at all.

Michelle’s mind raced, trying to remember all she could about date-rape drugs, wondering how much she could safely drink before she found herself in serious trouble.

She had to assume he wasn’t trying to kill her, at least not yet. Surely she should be able to drink a few sips before it kicked in. Spilling it would be too obvious.

“For Pete’s sake, Sunny,” Tabby said in exasperation. “Not much wonder you can’t get laid. If you aren’t going to drink that, then I will.”

Just for that, Michelle was tempted to let her have the drink. Instead, she raised the glass to her lips and pretended to take another small taste. Already, her tongue felt numb. What on earth had he put in it?

Neal slid into the booth beside her. “What’s with the ladylike little sips?” he asked, winking at the other women at the table. Before Michelle could stop him, he raised the drink to her lips and tilted the glass. She swallowed a large mouthful out of instinct.

The hell with worrying about being too obvious.
She jerked hero head back and the rest of the drink spilled down the front of the sweater beneath her open ski jacket, although the cold, satisfied smile in Neal’s eyes told her she’d gotten enough.

She was in it up to her ass now, and she had to get out of there—just as soon as she found her feet, which seemed to be AWOL.

Then Blake was at her side. He had a towel in his hand and was helping to mop her up. Michelle’s head, however, was no longer in the game. The room was spinning and her tongue felt two sizes too large for her mouth.

“Christ, that hit her fast,” she could hear Neal saying, sounding for
all the
world like he gave a crap. “This is
all my
fault. I guess she’d already had too many.
Ash, my man.
Why don’t you take her other arm and we’ll help her up to her room?”

Where was Tabby, who was supposed to be her friend, in all this? Michelle wondered indignantly, trying to find her missing feet. She was going to let two strange men manhandle Michelle back to the room they shared?