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his ear. "Liar," she whispered, as she slid her body onto his. "I know where you
want to go."
"DЕ" he murmured, too tired to argue with her, and much too compromised by her
warmth to avoid being stirred by her butter softness. "C'mon, girlЕ stop
playing."
His hand continued to stroke her back, finding the deep curve in it that gave
rise to her firm, tight bottom. He allowed his fingers to leisurely play at the
slit that separated both halves of it, enjoying the moistness that he knew he'd
created there. Her immediate sigh made him shudder and seek her mouth to kiss
her gently, half hoping to shut her up, half hoping to derail his own darkening
thoughts. Without resistance, she deepened their kiss, rewarding his senses with
a hint of mango, the merest trace of red wine, and her own sweetness fused with
his salty aftermath as his tongue searched the soft interiors.
Damn, this woman was fineЕ five feet seven inches' worth of buff curves packaged
in flawless bronze skin, a lush mouth, brunette locks that kissed her shoulders,
and a shea-oil scent that was slowly driving him crazy. It always did. He
breathed in the fragrances held by her still-damp scalp: vanilla, coconut oils;
and then there was also the scent of heavy, pungent sex hanging in the air.
"You always smell so good," he murmured, kissing the edge of her jaw. He could
still taste her on his mouth when he licked his lips. "HmmmЕ" Sticky,
sweet-salty, female. The way she breathed against his neck, and her head found
the crook of his shoulder, she fit so perfectly, like a handmade blanket on him.
Even exhausted, her slick wetness made him want to move just to maintain their
friction, their pulse. Merely thinking about it made him hard again.
"I know you have to eat," she said in a husky tone against the sensitive part of
his throat, her tongue trailing up his jugular vein, causing him to tighten his
hold on her.
"Yeah, I doЕ in a few," he admitted quietly, now too distracted to go out
hunting.
The way she tilted her hips forwardЧever so slightly, a tease, an offering, just
a contraction of the muscles beneath her bronze skinЧfought with the hunger and
was winning. They'd been at it all night, and he glimpsed the moonlight that
washed over her through the deck opening. Silver blue hues shimmered on her
smooth ass, and he touched the light with his fingers a millimeter above her
skin. She shivered at the almost-touch. That was always her most powerful
weapon; her reaction to whatever he was doing to her just blew him away. One
more round and he'd have to go before dawn trapped and starved him.
"What's your darkest fantasy?" he said smiling, turning the question on her, and
not caring that a little fang was beginning to show with his smile. He passed
his tongue over his incisors, willing patience as he played the game that she
seemed to be enjoying.
Damali brought her head up to stare into his eyes with a mischievous smirk. "My
darkest fantasy is fulfilling yours."
He laughed low and deep and slow. "Yeah?" He raised an eyebrow in a challenge.
"But I don't have any really dark fantasiesЕ this is all I need."
"Liar," she said again, chuckling from within her throat and planting a wet kiss
on his Adam's apple in a way that made him swallow hard. "I bet I know what it
is, even if you won't tell me."
She was rocking against him harder now, although she hadn't allowed him entry.
Faint sounds from the slick rub of wet skin against skin added to his agony. She