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He wanted to see her. All of her.
He growled with frustration at the barrier of fabric in his way, and used his teeth to tug down the neckline of her dress and the bra cup beneath.
Then, with his free hand, he scooped her other breast out of its confining cloth shell. It lay wonderfully soft and warm and heavy in his cupped palm.
He kissed the soft curves of her breasts with frantic hunger before closing his lips around the pebbled tips. He applied hard suction, flicking each stiff nipple with his tongue.
Malia gasped loudly and arched her back, offering herself to his mouth. He eagerly used his teeth and tongue to drive her crazy, alternating between one breast and then the other.
All the while, he never stopped plunging his fingers in and out of her hot, wet depths.
Her tongue stroked the shell of his ear as she panted and moaned against him.
Every muscle in her lower body was rigid with her approaching climax. She clawed fiercely at his shoulders as he worked to take her higher and higher.
“Oh, God, Lucas, I’m close!” Her sharp teeth closed on the upper curve of his ear, sending a zing of mingled pain and pleasure straight to the base of his needy cock.
He redoubled his efforts.
As she began to pant and shake, he left her breast and recaptured her mouth just in time to muffle her scream as she convulsed. Her inner muscles gripped his fingers with rhythmic squeezes as her orgasm tore through her.
He continued working her until the last flutters died away.
She sighed with repletion, and sagged and slid down the wall as if her knees had suddenly turned to jelly. “That was amazing.”
Which was the best damned compliment she could have given him.
His cat purred with satisfaction.Yes, yes, that’s how to court a female. Make her yours.
Lucas blinked.What the hell? We’re not courting her, cat. This is just—
He realized he didn’t know what the hell this was, except for a bad idea that felt so very, very good.
We’re only staying in this town until we get the evidence on Bickham and Silvers, he finished.
His cat radiated displeasure, but withdrew.
Which was good, because Malia had sunk to her knees before him.
“Your turn,” she panted, busily unzipping the front of his jeans.
Is she actually going to…? Oh, praise Heaven, yes! Yes, she is!
His breath caught as her small, strong hand closed around his cock and freed it from its denim prison.
She stroked his rigid length from root to tip, and glanced up at him with an uncertain expression. “You’re, um, a lot bigger than I expected.”
Before his lust-fogged brain could form a coherent response to this, she leaned forward and gave him a long, wet lick. He groaned.
She’s going to kill me, and I’m going to die happy.
Her pretty pink tongue lingered on his sensitive head in a swirling caress that made Lucas want to come on the spot.
The next few minutes were a slice of pure heaven as Malia used her mouth and hands on him. Her caresses were tentative at first, and he guessed that she hadn’t done this very often.
But then, as he groaned and trembled beneath her unpracticed touch, burying his fingers in her glossy, sun-streaked hair, she became bolder. He gloried in the sight of her kiss-swollen lips stretched around his girth, and the hot, wet bliss of her mouth.
He struggled to resist his gathering climax as she continued to work him, fisting the base of his cock as she concentrated on his sensitive tip. He wanted this moment to last. He knew he’d be replaying it in his wet dreams long after he departed Bearpaw Ridge.
