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A dric set Rosana on the floor and reached behind him to lock the door. She had time for a single sharp inhale, and then he had a hand fisted in her hair. He tugged her head back, exposing her throat.

It was a very male, very dominant move. And damn, it turned her on.

Her pussy clenched. Her knees turned to jelly.

I’m going to tease you first… Make you beg a little.

Goddess, he’d almost made her come right then with those hot, dirty words rasped against her throat.

She set her hands on his chest. His face was still chilled from the cold, but the rest of him was all hot, tensile strength, his scent a mix of earth and the winter wind.

He fastened his mouth to her throat above the collarbone and sucked hard. Leaving a love-bite she’d have to hide, but right now, she just didn’t care.

Heat shot from her breasts to her womb, pooled between her thighs. Her skin felt too tight. She moaned and gripped his shoulders.

Releasing her hair, he bent her over an arm and kissed his way down her neck to her breasts. Her nipples beaded against the thin barrier of her chemise and the cotton shirt. He pushed up the shirt and traced a finger down the V of the neckline to her cleavage.

“Pretty.” He placed his mouth on the ivory material over one tightly furled bud and sucked.

Her lungs jerked. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and rasped his name.

“Mm.” He swirled his tongue around her nipple through the silky cloth and then moved to her other breast. “I want to lick you all over.”

Need twisted through her. “Right back at you.”

That earned her a deep kiss. When he lifted his head, he pulled her shirt the rest of the way off so that she stood before him in just the chemise, jeans and boots.

His gaze locked on the wet fabric over her breasts. She glanced down to see her nipples dark against the pale material.

“Yeah,” he said hoarsely, “I’m going to lick you all over. And maybe bite a little.”

Anticipation coursed through her. She shivered and rubbed the goosebumps that popped up on her arms.

“Cold?” he asked.

“No. Just…” She shrugged a shoulder.

His smile was knowing. He dragged off his T-shirt.

Her breath jammed in her throat. In all the years she’d known him, she’d never seen him unclothed.

He was…perfect. Smooth, honey-brown skin stretched over firm muscles. Dark hair dusted his pecs, arrowed through washboard abs before disappearing beneath his waistband. Her gaze locked on the hard ridge beneath his zipper.

He didn’t give her nearly enough time to look. Instead, his hands were on her waist, his mouth covering hers. He walked her backward until her thighs hit the mattress, then lifted her onto the bed and crouched at her feet.

Slipping off her boots and socks, he cradled one boot in his hand. “Later,” he said with a wicked curve of his lips, “you’ll wear these for me—and nothing else.”

“I will?” She eyed the boot, intrigued. But it wasn’t in her nature to submit easily. When you were the youngest child—and a girl—in a family with four large, hard-ass brothers, you either stood up for yourself or got crushed.

She moistened her lips. “Maybe if you ask nice.” Her voice came out husky, seductive, in a tone she barely recognized as hers.

His smile increased. “You’ll do it. That’s my reward for winning the race.”

She arched a brow. “What reward? I didn’t agree to—"

“But you’ll do it. Because I want you to.” He set down the boot but remained where he was, crouched between her legs. Warm hands ran up her inner thighs. He rubbed a thumb over the seam of her jeans. “Won’t you?”

She moaned, so sensitized that even that small pressure was almost too much.

Then he leaned forward and replaced his thumb with his mouth, and it got even better. He blew on the material, a hot, moist stream that nearly made her come out of her skin.

Gulping air, she dug her fingers into the fake leopard skin and arched her back. Pressing her pelvis toward him, unconsciously begging for more.

He undid the button of her jeans and eased down the zipper. Two long fingers slid inside. He worked them under the boy shorts so he could tease her clit.

“Say yes, angel. Say you’ll wear the boots. To please me.”

She studied him. His eyes glinted up at her, bright, devilish. Did he mean it, or was it a game? Either way, she wasn’t ready to give in.

She smiled and twisted against his fingers. If he’d just apply a bit more pressure…

“More,” she said in smoky tones that made him swallow. Hard.

He rose up to kiss her. His tongue swirled around hers, while inside her jeans, his fingers moved in a similar tantalizing pattern. Promising pleasure but holding it just out of reach.

“You’re so wet.” A low growl. “So ready for me. But I haven’t heard a yes.”

He withdrew his hand from her pants and brought his hand to his mouth, licking her juices from his first two fingers while he watched her from beneath his lids.

She blinked up at him. Somehow she’d ended flat on her back with him propped on an elbow next to her.

He peeled her out of the tight jeans, and then shucked his own pants. He crawled over her, heavily erect, his only adornment the big chunk of gray-and-orange quartz hanging from the leather thong around his neck.

His expression was hard with desire, his bronze irises shot with the blue of his cougar. They were gorgeous, mesmerizing, like cyan fireworks exploding against a dusk sky.

Both man and cat were making love to her.

A primitive thrill raced over her skin. She touched his cheek, letting her own animal into her eyes—and surrendered.

Because suddenly, she didn’t want to play games. What mattered was that he wanted her, and that she wanted him back, clear to the wild, untamed heart of her.

“Yes,” she rasped. “Make love to me. Any way you want.”

His throat rumbled in a rough purr that vibrated in all her secret places. He tugged at the chemise’s strap. “Take this off.”

He helped her shimmy out of the sexy little top and then traced the edge of her jaw with his tongue before moving down to her neck.

He pressed a damp kiss to the hollow of her throat and then continued licking and sucking his way to each breast. His hot tongue swirled around each nipple in turn, leaving them wet and aching.

Her body went taut with wanting, and maybe a touch of fear.

“Relax,” he murmured.

She moved her head back and forth against the pillow. “I can’t,” she confessed.

He nuzzled her cleavage. “Maybe I can help with that.”

He continued down her abdomen, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. And then he was between her legs, a hand on each thigh. He held her gaze, unsmiling—and blew on her clit through the silky panties.

Her hips rocked up. She rasped his name.

He pressed her back down to the mattress. “Slow and easy. Remember what I said?”

Belatedly, she recalled his promise to take things slowly. “No…”

“Shh. This will feel good.” He hummed against her clit. The sound vibrated through her whole body.

A groan escaped her throat. The fada were easy about their sexuality.

She might be a virgin, but she’d fooled around with a few of the men in her cohort, especially the year before she met Adric.

And then later, when she realized that any man but Adric left her cold, she’d touched herself, learned what she liked.

But nothing had prepared her for this.

A man between her legs, his eyes burning into hers. The hot swipe of his tongue on her most sensitive flesh. The strong hands holding her open for him. The teasing heat of his mouth against her sex through the barely-there fabric.

“Please,” she said. “Please…”

A sexy growl. “I like it when you beg. I just may keep you here for the next hour.” He gently bit her clit through the panties.

Her breath stuttered. Her hands fisted in the sheets. “No…”

His eyes glittered at her. “You don’t like it?”

“No. Yes. I do, but I need…”

But he kept her there for another ten minutes, licking and sucking her through the silky material. Keeping her on a knife’s edge of need until her senses felt overloaded. Then he slid his hands into the boy shorts from beneath, squeezing and caressing her bottom.

And even as she begged him to stop teasing her, a part of her wanted it to go on forever. But then he was easing the shorts down, an inch at a time. Her chest heaved. Her muscles went tight with anticipation.

At last the shorts were off. He tossed them away and came back between her legs. His hands gripped her ass, lifting her up like a special dish for his delectation—and then he swiped his tongue through her slick, needy sex.

Sensation rushed through her like an out-of-control storm. Overwhelming and a little frightening. She was going to break apart, lose herself to him.

From far away, she heard her voice, high and needy. She was speaking in Portuguese now.

“ Meu querido . Meu amor .” My darling. My love.

She reached for his head. To pull him closer, to push him away—she wasn’t sure which.

He turned his head and kissed her palm, and then continued licking her.

Her lungs constricted. She couldn’t get enough air into them. “Adric. I—”

“What, love?” A husky murmur against her clit. “Tell me.”

She licked her lips, tried to form the words in English. “I can’t. I need…”

“What?”

She released his head, dug her fingers into the mattress and gave in to it. She wanted this. Sometimes she thought she’d been born wanting Adric.

“More. Please.”

A low chuckle. “Like this?” He closed his lips around her quivering flesh and sucked hard.

Her breath hissed out. Her hips rocked up, seeking more.

“Yes,” he said against her clit. “Come for me, baby. And then I’m going to fuck you, so hard.” He sucked harder.

The hot, dark words mixed with the sweet suction of his mouth sent pleasure rocketing through her.

She sobbed out his name and let herself wallow in the sensations.

Exhilaration filled her. It was like diving off a high cliff.

Standing on the edge, you couldn’t help being afraid, but the surge of adrenaline as you leapt made it worth it.