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The hand gripping my hip pulls me closer while the other pulls my chin up, forcing me to look at him. “Maybe because I do want to kiss you, Firecat!” he growls.

“Kiss someone else.”

“I have thought of kissing no one else but you for moons.”

I let out an angry snort, accompanied by an ugly laugh. “A lie or a waste.”

“It is neither. We haven’t had a chance to talk about the windcaves,” he says with his familiar smirk. The smirk that confuses me on so many levels. Exciting me beyond measure and devastating in its reminder that this is all a game.

I step back this time, trying to create distance between us. The lines are blurring and getting dangerous, and my rage is giving its warning. “Nothing to talk about. It was a mistake, or it would have been if anything had happened.”

In the blink of an eye, Riley steps forward, his hand on my hip moving to my lower back and the other down my leg. He uses both as leverage as he turns and sits heavily on the bed, pulling me to him. One of my legs kneels on the bed beside him, and my other stands directly between his knees.

“So, if I kissed you now, like I kissed you in those caves, you’d tell me to stop?” he all but whispers.

His hand has left my leg and grabs my neck, a thumb caressing my throat. The sound I make couldn’t be confused for anything but the breathless moan that it is, and he chuckles.

“And if I told you to stop?” I ask, out of breath, trying—and failing—not to lean into his hand.

His thumb leaves my throat and traces the line of my bottom lip. “I’d stop. So, tell me. Tell me to stop.”

I can hear his smirk as he speaks, which widens into a grin when I glare at him. I open my mouth to reply, but he puts his thumb into my mouth, running it along the top of my bottom teeth. He bites his lip, and it’s not until he breaks eye contact to look at my mouth that I realize how long I held his eye.

“Are you going to headbutt me?” He moves his thumb further into my mouth, my tongue licking it involuntarily, causing him to hitch his breath.

Wanting some control back, I suck on his thumb. I can play this game too. Can’t I?

But he’s better at this than me, and when I bite down on his thumb enough to cause him a tiny bit of pain, I am straddling him entirely. Too focused on the hand at my mouth, I hadn’t realized his other hand had moved down to the back of my leg where it was an easy adjustment for him to lift me into straddling his lap.

“Is that what you meant when you said you’d bite me, Firecat? If I’d known that, there’s a lot more I could have put in your mouth.” His thumb slips out of my mouth, and he leans back on the bed with that arm. Devouring me.Looking smug.

My hands scrunch his tunic into my fists, one at his shoulder and the other low between us. Some part of my brain remembered to keep us separated slightly, and my eyes flick down to see just how close we have gotten. My eyes flick further than my hand, straight down to the strain against the crotch of his pants.

He sees my line of sight and laughs, letting go of me to adjust himself and giving me a wink.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing has happened here, not even a kiss. But I know my own arousal rivals his, surely soaking my underwear by now.

I need him, need his touch. I need to taste him. I pull him roughly to an upright seated position again. My hand lowers slightly to grip the edge of his pants between us. Both of his hands grip my hips now, and he grinds me into him, despite the space I tried to keep.

I put my mouth on his and he opens it to kiss me. Instead, I suck his bottom lip into my mouth and bite it until he growls, and I lean back with my own smirk. The scent of him is overwhelming my every thought and sense. That fresh mint and pine mixed with him. Riley.

Obviously sick of waiting for me to kiss him, he fists a hand into my hair and pulls me toward his mouth, a rough kiss of lips and teeth.He tastes better than I remember, better than my dreams of him. I hook my arm around his neck for leverage so I can kiss him deeper as he grinds me against him again. His moan reverberates through my skull and down to my core, and I am addicted. I need to hear him make that sound again. Hear him lose control because of me.

I had forgotten—thoroughly forgotten—what an enormous cock Riley had in his pants. I am reminded as I trace the thick outline of it between us, gripping it to hear him moan again. It would be proportional to the size of him, of course, but my mouth dries at the thought of him fitting it anywhere inside me.

I’m scraping my teeth along his neck as I use the heel of my hand to rub his entire length, giving the area where his balls would be a slight squeeze before sliding back up and using my thumb to rub the head.

Riley’s thunderous heartbeat and uneven breathing are not enough, so I move faster and harder. His fingers dig into my skin where he holds my hips as he kisses me with such wild abandon that a groan sounds from the back of my throat.I’m grinding against the back of my own hand, needing the friction and pressure for myself.

All at once, my hand is removed from between us. Riley interlocks my fingers in his. “When you make me come, I want to be inside you,” he finishes with a pant as he tries to kiss me again.

“That won’t be happening, I told you I don’t want to fuck you.”

He laughs as he kisses my jaw, then dips down to lick the column of my neck. “Then why are you touching me like this, Firecat?” he asks, voice husky.

I know exactly what to say to get the power back. “Just scratching an itch.”

He grinds me down into him, causing me to suck in a breath of pleasure. “Nothing else?”