She was no longer leaning against her desk. She had lifted herself onto it, sitting poised on the edge with her shapely, silken legs crossed. Red gold curls cascaded around her like silken flames of temptation.

“And I ask again, what do you want?” she asked archly. “Or did you decide to come by and torture me another night? Keep it up, Zeke, and you may find yourself shackled to a bed somewhere with your own handcuffs.”

He snorted at the threat. “I don’t think so.”

He watched her, simply watched her as the need to touch her grew like a sickness inside him. Staying away from her was impossible. He was learning that. The more he tried, the harder it became. The more he denied himself, the more he ached for what he shouldn’t have.

“You deliberately made me crazy earlier,” he accused her roughly. “Flipping around that restaurant in that little skirt, daring me to take you.”

Her brow arched. “Are you paranoid, Zeke? Maybe you just needed to see it as a dare so you could have an excuse to do something you were dying to do anyway.”

“And that would be?” He forced the words past his lips as he stepped closer.

Her tongue, damp and pink, flicked over her lips as her gaze lowered to his thighs, then back to his eyes. “You’re dying to have me, aren’t you, Zeke?” Her voice lowered, became tempting, seductive. “You want me so damned bad you can’t stand it, and you refuse to admit it.”

“Oh, I freely admit it.” There was no denying it.

Before he could curb the impulse he took the last steps to her, wrapped one hand around the back of her neck, tilted her chin back with his thumb, and lowered his head.

Spicy, consuming pleasure exploded through his senses as her lips parted for him.

Hunger beat through his veins, surged to his hardened cock, and had him pulling her thighs apart with his free hand to get closer to her.

The taste of her was liquid hot as she arched against him, a surprised breath of sound barely escaping. Keeping her head tilted back, he devoured her lips, her tongue. He slid his hand up her thigh, touched the wet panel of her panties, and groaned at the heat he found there.

“You’re like an addiction.” He nipped at her lips as he released her neck, only to drag the hem of her camisole up, over the filmy lace of her bra.

“We’ll find you a twelve-step program.” She arched against him.

“Twelve steps to complete insanity?” he asked as his lips traveled along her jaw. “Fuck, Rogue. How the hell am I supposed to do my job when all I think about is the taste and feel of you?”

“Take breaks to feed the addiction?” Breathy, sensual, her voice had his body tightening further.

“That would be a hell of a lot of breaks.” It was a hell of a good idea.

Rogue tilted her head back as Zeke’s lips continued their campaign of complete sensory rapture along her jaw to her ear. Shudders of pleasure raced through her body at each lick of his tongue, each nip of his lips.

It was like being consumed by hunger, by the eroticism of the feel of him against her.

The heat, the lightening stroke of rapture. God, she needed more. So much more that she arched closer to him and all but begged for it as the heat continued to build in her pussy, the tension tightening in her clit.

The feel of his calloused palm cupping her breast was enough to steal her breath. The stroke of his thumb over her distended nipple sent pulses of lightning-sharp sensation to attack her womb and her clit.

She was sinking in sensual overload. In the hunger that wrapped around her and sank into her flesh. Nothing mattered but his touch, his kiss. If he thought he was addicted, it was nothing compared to her need for him. She felt as though she were drowning in the pleasure, drowning in the complete abandonment of her body to his.

Sensation jerked along her nerve endings as his fingertips brushed between her thighs, then over the dampness of her panties. Heated and wet, her juices spilled from her shamelessly, preparing her for his possession.

Oh boy, she hoped he possessed her. She was about to explode with need. Tension built inside her, drawing her tight as her knees lifted. Her shoes dropped from her feet as she raked the backs against the desk and propped her bare heels on the edge.

“Damn you,” he growled, his head lifting as she leaned back and flashed him a wicked smile.

His fingers pressed against her pussy, rubbing the silk of her panties against her clit as she lifted her hips to him.

“That’s so good,” she whispered breathlessly.

“It can get better,” he promised.

She shuddered at the thought of it getting any better, then cried out in surprise as his lips lowered to the tops of her breasts.

He licked over the swollen rise of flesh above her bra. His teeth raked the sensitive flesh, and his fingers drew patterns of heated ecstasy on the silk between her thighs.

It was too much. Too much sensation. Too much need.

“Zeke, please.” Her head fell back on her shoulders as she fought to hold herself up.

Palms planted on the top of the desk, her arms trembled with the effort to stay in place.

“What do you need, baby?” His cheek brushed over a hard nipple. “Tell me what you need.”

What did she need? She needed so much. She needed to be touched, everywhere. She needed to sink into his skin and never be without him.

“Tell me, Rogue,” he breathed over the hard tip of her nipple. “Tell me what you need.”

It was a dare and a challenge.

Rogue lifted her head to stare down at him, the effort it took to keep her eyes open sapping nearly all of her strength.

“Suck my nipple,” she demanded, not to be outdone. “Suck it hard and deep, Zeke.”

His jaw clenched, his golden brown eyes seemed to flame with heat as his lips parted and a breath later covered one stiff peak and sucked it, lace and all, into the heated cavern of his mouth.

Her hips jerked, thrusting against his fingers as he lashed at her nipple with his tongue.

Pleasure detonated through her, striking without warning and stealing her breath as his fingertips grazed the silk material covering her clit.

“Take the bra off,” she demanded as she shook beneath the caress. “Please, Zeke. Let me feel everything.”

She couldn’t take it off herself. If she moved her hands from their braced position she would melt on the table like hot butter.

“Oh baby,” he crooned as one hand stroked up her back, then around between her breasts. “All you had to do was tell me how you wanted it.”

He was teasing her, burning her alive.

The clip of her bra came free easily. Rogue fought to breathe as she watched him peel the cups back from her breasts, watched as her rosy nipples seemed to lift to him.

“How pretty,” he groaned as he tweaked one tight tip with his fingers. “So sweet and hard.”

“More,” she gasped. “Suck them more.”

His head lowered to one nipple as his fingers worked the other. Rogue shook her head as a cry spilled from her lips. It shouldn’t be this good. The pleasure shouldn’t go so deep that it bordered on pain. It shouldn’t dissolve any objection she had.

“Oh yes,” she moaned. “Oh God, Zeke. I need you. I need all of you.”

She needed him inside her, between her thighs. Her pussy ached, burned. She could feel the desperate emptiness there as she never had before, and the need to be filled rose to desperate heights.

“There, baby.” His head lifted as one hand pressed against her stomach. “Lay back for me.”

Lay back? Move her arms? She would be lost if she didn’t concentrate on holding herself up. She would lose her soul to him, and that couldn’t be a good thing.

His dark, knowing chuckle wrapped around her as his hands moved; they caressed down her arms, gripped her wrists, and pulled them free. And Rogue melted.

Like a sensual sacrifice she reclined back along her desk, her arms falling over her head as his lips returned to her breasts. First one, then the other. His mouth sucked at her nipples, pulled them deep into his mouth; his tongue rasped over them, the wet heat of his mouth burned them.

“Damn, you’re fucking pretty.” His voice was low, sensual, wicked as his head lifted again and he pulled her camisole over her head. “So sweet and hot. Can I taste you, baby? Taste you all over and get drunk on you?”

Oh God, she had never heard anything so sexy in all her life. This wasn’t fair. How was she supposed to retain any control when he talked like that? When his lips moved lower as he spoke, spreading a line of kisses along her abdomen to the band of her panties.

“Zeke. Oh God. I need you.”

His fingers hooked in the elastic band. She didn’t have to worry about him pulling them off her legs. The elastic snapped and his fingers brushed the material aside from the heated, aching folds of her pussy.

That was it. At the rending of the material Rogue swore she lost her mind. Sensation surged and exploded inside her as her hips jerked up and a shattered moan fell from her lips.

She was so turned on she wondered how she could breathe. Pleasure lashed through her system as desperation began to take over. Her arms lifted, her hands moved to his head, her fingers curling into the short strands of hair as she tried to push him lower, between her thighs.

She’d dreamed of this, fantasized about it, ached to know what it would feel like. Her eyes opened as she watched, watched as he kissed his way to the flushed mound, then breathed a heated breath over the sensitive flesh.

Her thighs fell apart at the urging of his broad hands. Breath suspended in her lungs as she watched his tongue lick, slowly, so slowly around her hard, distended clit. His eyes were on her, watching her as she watched him lick. Watching her as her lashes drifted closed and ecstasy took over.

A second later a light sucking kiss had her crying out. Then his tongue became ravenous. Hard hands slid beneath her rear to lift her closer as he licked through the wet slit, circled the opening, then plunged inside in one hard, hungry stroke.

Rogue felt the explosion detonate inside her. She felt her pussy clench and spasm around his tongue, felt her clit implode with rapture, and lost herself in the fiery cataclysm that overtook her.

She was drowning in a pleasure that bordered on pain as he continued to fuck her with his tongue, drawing her juices from her as he groaned into her tender flesh. Each searing sensation seemed to tear something loose in her soul. Each stroke of his tongue fueled an orgasm that didn’t seem to want to stop just as his fingers brushing against her clit rocked additional stimulus through her nerve endings until she was near screaming. She wanted to scream. She tried to scream. All that emerged were breathless whimpers and desperate moans as that last shattering wave of pleasure tore through her.

Zeke leaned his head against Rogue’s thigh, lust barreling through him until he felt as though he’d shatter from the need to fuck her.

His hands went to his belt. He had to have her. He was tearing at the clasp when the cell phone at his side began to beep imperatively, the tone emitting from it assuring him it was an emergency.

He wasn’t on duty, but he couldn’t ignore it. There was too much going on, too many things beginning to come to a head for him to ignore the summons.

With a throttled curse he jerked up and tore the phone from its holster.

“What?” he barked into the receiver as he watched Rogue’s lashes lift, saw her eyes, the violet color darker, more intense than he had ever seen them as she stared back at him in confusion.

“Zeke, we have a problem at Joe and Jaime’s mobile home,” Gene stated. “The state police are here and you’re needed.”

“What’s the problem?”

“It’s a ball of fire,” Gene stated. “It’s burning to the ground as we speak. The damned thing exploded like a bomb as I pulled up in the Tahoe after we received a call that there were vandals here. It’s the Fourth of July on this mountain.”