Page 449 of Primal Bonds

But Adric had had enough.

He found Rosana near the dance floor with Jenny, their dark heads together, chuckling about something.

“Time to go.” He put a hand on the small of Rosana’s back.

“Already?” She glanced at him, surprised. Whatever she saw in his face had her sharing a grin with Jenny. “Guess we’re leaving.”

The two women hugged. “Don’t be a stranger,” Jenny said.

“I won’t, I promise,” said Rosana. “And you can come see me. Right?” She cast Adric an uncertain look.

He frowned. A Rock Run fada’s mate in his den? The very idea raised his fur.

But that was the old Adric, the one who’d had to be suspicious of everyone and everything to survive.

So he smiled at Jenny. “You’re welcome anytime.”

The human’s dark eyes lit. “Thank you, my lord.”

“Please. Call me Ric.”

“Ric,” she said, her smile increasing.

He turned to Rosana. “Ready? I have a surprise for you.”

Jenny smirked, and he winked at her as he took Rosana’s hand. “Not that kind of surprise,” he said.

Rosana’s mouth twitched as they walked around the tent to thank Cleia and Dion for the party. “No? Now I’m curious.”

He patted her round bottom. “Be good.”

She nipped his earlobe. “But you like me bad,” she murmured—and smiled at her brother and Cleia, leaving him to hide his erection. “This has been the best day of my life,” she told them.

He set his mouth to her ear. “You’ll pay for that,” he promised, and added his thanks to hers.

They rode back to Baltimore on Adric’s motorcycle. Rosana wrapped her arms around his lean waist, still in her dress and red boots.

She slipped her hands under his leather jacket, toying with his ridged abs beneath the bronze shirt. “Did I tell you how good you looked today?”

“Mm.” He took her hand, bringing it to his lips before setting it back on his waist again. “You were the hottest woman there.”

She leaned her cheek against his jacket and slipped her fingers lower to the ridge beneath his zipper. “Keep talking, and you might get lucky tonight.”

A wicked chuckle. “I’m counting on it, mate.”

Her dress came off as soon as they walked in the door. Her only underclothes were a wispy white bra and panties.

Adric shrugged out of his jacket. “The boots stay on,” he said and pulled her into his arms.

Her whole body thrilled at the low command.

He filled his hands with her ass and lowered his mouth to hers, tasting her with slow, knee-weakening sweeps of his tongue. She pressed against him.

He was still cold from the ride, the shirt soft and cool against her bare skin, his pants slightly abrasive. He pushed his thigh between her legs as he kissed her, rubbing against her sex through the flimsy panties.

She moaned and sucked his tongue deeper.

He eased up on the kiss and rested his forehead against hers. “It’s been too damn long.”

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