He grabbed the doorknob, her proximity stretching his control like a sheet snapping wildly in the breeze before a thunderstorm. If he dropped his head just a bit, he could sample the mouth he'd been fantasizing about since she'd first sauntered through the field office doors.

Her hand closed around his on the door. "Just for a few minutes."

"We can't."

She snaked an arm around his neck. "Yes, we can." She trailed her mouth along the edge of his jaw. "All you have to do is give in. Like I have."

"And you'll regret even going this far in the morning." It was a chore to even speak at this point. Only his fierce grip on the door kept him from sweeping her straight into his arms.

"I won't regret a thing because what I'm feeling is real."

"And was what you were feeling real when you came onto Drew?"

She smiled. "You're jealous."

"I'm just pointing out that you don't care who you get naked with."

A wounded look filled her eyes before she moved quickly, reversing their positions to back him against the door. "My comment to Drew was nothing more than flirting, and he knew it or else he would have followed me home like the nympho we all know he is."

She pushed her hands under the edge of his shirt. "What I said to you before, what I'm saying to you now, may be coming out because of that lust demon, but I'm not sorry for it. Not when I've wondered what it would be like between us, wanted to have you exactly where I've got you now-knowing how bad you want to give in."

He swallowed hard, unable to fabricate a denial when she had every luscious inch tucked against him.

Quinn reached up and brushed her mouth across his. Sweet softness and the slow silky glide of her tongue exploded across his senses.

Common sense dictated he pry himself out of her arms and get the hell out of there. Although there might be a lot of truth to Quinn's claim of wanting him as much as he wanted her, he knew she wouldn't be kissing him senseless if not for the lust demon. But no amount of reasonable argument silenced the one part of him he couldn't ignore. The part that demanded he take just a minute and appreciate this moment because it might never come back around. He'd be stupid not to take a full taste of her and put his wandering mind to rest about what it felt like to fall into a gut-wrenching kind of kiss with Quinn at the wheel. The kind that led to hours of tangled sheets and slick sweaty bodies.

He groaned and swept inside her mouth, his hands moving from the door to grip her waist. Better than he imagined and worse that now he knew what he would be missing after this one kiss.

One kiss that didn't end as she fisted her hands in his shirt and pressed every enticing curve into him. When she nudged his impossible-to-hide erection, his muscles locked in sweet anticipation of her doing it again.

That's how he knew he was in trouble.

Though it killed him, he drew back. "I'm going now."

"No."

"Quinn," he began already knowing his denials were running out of fuel.

"No. Tonight, right this second, that rule book is going in the garbage." She tugged her shirt over her head.

A better man would have closed his eyes, would have snatched her shirt up and pressed it against her chest. He might not be a rule breaker, but he was far from a saint and couldn't have stopped his gaze from tracing every smooth plane and inviting curve even if a Scion appeared out of thin air next to them.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the door, grappling for the strength to do the right thing.

"Brax." She lifted his hand and guided it to her breast. "Touch me. Learn me in all the ways I dream about when I'm at home alone."

She caught his mouth with hers. He let her explore his mouth, and in turn lost himself in the slick stroke of her tongue. The way her body fit so snugly against his. The way she arched against him as he worked her bra off and brushed his thumb down the side of her breast.

One last burst of rational thought tried to squeeze through and kill the moment he selfishly wanted for himself. "You know you won't remember this in the morning."

"I might," she whispered against his mouth.

"Probably not."

She shook her head. "I want you so badly that nothing is going to let me forget what it feels like Nothing but the infection.

She tipped her face up, her gaze far too perceptive for someone in the peak of a temporary pollution from the lust demon. "If I do forget, I know I can trust you to tell me."

"Which is why we should stop-" Why he should stop before what was left of his control disintegrated altogether.

She silenced his objection with another kiss that jolted his system. "We're not stopping. We both know I'm safe from pregnancy from the shots," she added, squelching his last logical argument for pulling back, "and I'll remember this. I will, Brax. Please tell me you're not going to walk away now?"

She didn't even give him a second to answer before she caged his face in her hands and poured every inch of her into a kiss that knocked his last objection right out of the ballpark.

Then she backed away.

With the siren smile firmly in place, she stripped off her panties and headed for the bathroom. "I feel like a shower."

Appreciating the sweet curve of her ass as she vanished into the private bathroom, he yanked his shirt over his head and started after her. She didn't even look over her shoulder to see if he followed.

Because she already knew what he'd been slower to admit.

He wanted her too damn much to walk away now.