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Prologue

Dom glanced at his watch, shaking his head as he uttered a low laugh. “It’s three a.m. Can you believe it? We’ve been talking for five hours.”

“Amazing.” Daisy nodded. It had been amazing. They’d talked about everything. Their jobs, friends, their favorite food, including their shared passion for all things chocolate. It was the easiest, most naturally flowing conversation she’d ever had with another human being. It was like kismet or fate. Whatever label she concocted for what was going on between them, it was tangible and soul-deep. She knew that with every fiber of her being.

For a long moment, Dom didn’t say anything. Neither did she. There was no need. The invisible rope that had drawn them together had been shortening with every passing minute, tugging them toward something she sensed they both knew was inevitable. She could see it in the depths of his clear blue eyes.

Raw desire, matching her own.

“I should go.” His gaze dipped to her mouth.

Don’t, she wanted to say. But didn’t. Couldn’t. Even though he was, quite possibly, the one.

With that realization came gut-wrenching fear. Fear of reaching out and grabbing hold of something she’d never wanted more in her life. Fear of what would happen if she was wrong.

He cupped her face, slowly and seductively skimming his thumb up and down her cheek before rubbing it gently across her lips.

Daisy’s heart skipped a beat. Then another. Partly from panic, and partly from pure, unadulterated need.

“Your skin is so soft,” he said, slipping his hand to her nape, his fingers moving in a rhythmic motion. “Like silk and velvet.”

At his words, his touch, hot flames licked across her skin until every cell in her body began to burn. For him. When he kissed her, a fiery, barely contained need exploded inside her, screaming for more. So much more.

The contact was light at first, and when she kissed him back he applied more pressure, urging her lips apart, slipping his tongue inside. He groaned, a deep throaty rumble that sent tingles up her spine.

This feels so right. He feels so right.

Careful. Too much heat, and she could wind up burned beyond recognition.

Sliding his hand to her waist, he tugged her closer on the sofa, slanting his mouth across hers. God, but the man could kiss, and it was everything she knew it would be. Hot. Wet. Insistent.

“Jesus. You taste sweet.” As if to prove his point, he licked at a spot just below her ear that was so sensitive she gasped. “Sweeter than I could ever imagine.”

“What exactly did you imagine?” she whispered on a throaty sigh, struggling to keep her eyes from rolling to the back of her head at the incredible sensations his mouth was inflicting on the curve of her neck.

“From the moment you walked into Alex’s apartment and tried to pepper spray me, I wanted you. I wondered what it would be like to touch you, kiss you, and…watch you lose control…” He trailed off, suckling on her earlobe.

“Mmm,” was as close to coherent speech as she could manage. I could totally get used to this.

Don’t. Not yet, the cautious, sensible side of her brain warned.

Too late, the other side countered. Sooner or later you have to let loose and go for it.

Or risk being alone forever.

Her searching hands contacted something hard—his gun, then his badge, clipped next to the holster on his belt. She moved to his back and dug her fingers into his thick muscles. He groaned, pressing himself against her even more as he plunged his tongue deeper.

Damn, but she wanted him. As it was, she could barely keep her hands from tearing off his clothes.

He pulled her onto his lap, then cradled her head in his big hands. “Daisy.” His voice was rough. His Adam’s apple rose and fell when he swallowed. He stared at her intently. Watching, waiting, nostrils flaring.

Her heart hammered in her chest. She knew what he wanted, and she wanted it, too. He made her feel alive as never before. But giving herself to a man after knowing him for only a few hours was beyond insane. It had disaster written all over it.

Yet everything in her feminine intuition told her if ever there was a man to hurl caution to the wind for, it was Dom.

“Yes.” That one word came easily to her lips. “Yes,” she repeated, more to herself than to him.

Strong arms picked her up and carried her down the hallway to her bedroom. He laid her on the bed, but when she would have reached for him he began undressing her. Slowly, taking his sweet time.