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Edward-

I pushed into the fancy bistro. It was Saturday night, and apparently, date night. I ground my teeth so hard I thought they would break as the hostess led me to the bar. Scanning the heads I passed, I found her seated in the back corner booth.

Luck was on my side. She sat opposite of her boyfriend but facing the bar, which meant she would see me soon enough. I only took my eyes off her for a second, just a moment to flag the bartender.

"What can I help you with?"

Settling on the stool, I pointed toward the bottle of Jack. "Jack and Coke. Some fries will do the trick too."

"Do you have an ID?" When I glared at him in response, he shifted awkwardly, throwing his hands up. "Sorry, man, comes with the job."

The kid behind the bar was barely legal and I was tempted to ask him for his identification. Instead. I tossed my wallet into the bar, the thud capturing her attention.

Her eyes went wide, repeatedly flickering in my direction as if she couldn't believe I was there. She wiggled slightly in her seat. Nervous. Uncomfortable. Maybe a little excited.

Even when she dragged her eyes off me to focus on her date, the corner of her lips lifted. She was pleased. She was excited to see me. She wouldn't have to wonder where I was or where I wanted to be. This is where I wanted to be. Right there, watching her.

When the guy reached over and took her fingers, my gaze narrowed, and I balled my fist. She knew. She knew it bothered me. Glancing toward me with almost an apology.

Was that an apologetic look, or were my eyes playing tricks on me?

She held my stare. Then she pulled her fingers out of his grasp. Satisfaction welled inside me. Triumph. I won. She chose me over her boyfriend.

Her mouth moved as she spoke to the man in front of her. She was too far to hear what she said, but her gaze darted to me as she spoke. A chill ran down my neck. She could be giving away my position. I thought she was, and then she scooted out of the booth.

She passed behind me on her way to the ladies' room. My lips twitched when she brushed the back of my suit jacket on her way past, at the same time as the bartender pushed my drink across the smooth surface of the bar.

I swallowed several mouthfuls before rising from the stool. Feeling the liquor flow through my veins, my body heated as I strode purposely toward the back hallway.

Stepping clear of the bathrooms, I chose a dark corner and settled against the wood paneling. It didn't take long for her to appear, pushing out into the hall, looking first toward the bar and then behind her.

Her lashes fluttered as she spotted me. Her pulse increased. I could tell from her quick, indrawn breath.

My own heart raced and if we were alone, I would push her against the wall and taste those perfect lips. Her breasts were perky, and she wore a bra. I couldn't see her nipples through the pale pink silk. She was keeping her girls a secret for me—not making them easily available to her boyfriend.

Another wave of gratification flared to life. Another win for me.

While she was still watching, waiting, I pushed away from the wall. As she did every day this week, she slipped in front of me. This time instead of continuing, she stopped.

She wanted to feel me. Her pulse was hopping in her neck, asking, begging me to come closer.

How could I refuse? How could I deny the predator in me that demanded I find her, watch her, and claim her.

I gave her what we both wanted. The space between us faded, dwindled to nothing. As my chest bumped into her back, she quivered, her thighs clenching. For only a moment, I let my nose drop to the top of her head, breathing her in.

My eyes rolled. I wanted to touch her. Needed to. It was my life's blood. I had to touch her.

She saw my hand lift. She went still. Ever so gently, I let my knuckle slide down her cheek.

Our breathing filled the hall, louder than the clanging from diners a wall away. Mine whirled in her ear, letting her know just how much she affected me. Hers grew strained and choppy, a hiss, really.

Her skin felt like warm velvet. Addicting. So damn addicting. Grazing her hair with my nose one last time, I inhaled deeply before stepping back.

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