Page 44 of Her Purr-fect Christmas Mate

Her heart lurched after him as he let the distance between them stretch unbearably long, then he was after her again and she couldn’t get away fast enough. His arms closed around her, strong and possessive, and she never wanted him to let go.

His breath was hot against her ear. “We should find somewhere more private.”

They were back in his apartment. Mordecai had barely let go of her the whole drive back. His hand on her arm, her shoulder, her thigh. His touch searing. His gaze even hotter.

She walked backwards until she hit a wall. He planted his hands either side of her. Penning her in.

“Tell me what you want,” he pleaded, his voice a broken growl, and her heart kicked behind her ribs. “Whatever you want me to do. Tell me.”

He kissed her before she could answer.

*This,*she breathed into his mind, hands tangled in his hair as the rest of her went loose and hot. *Show me you’re as crazy about me as I am about you.*She wanted him helpless and heart-lost with lust for her. Didn’t he want the same?

*Yes.*He pinned her against the wall, his body hard against hers.

“Then it sounds like our interests align.” Her voice wasn’t as dry as she wanted, imitating him—too throaty, too needy—but Mordecai groaned and moved against her, and nothing else mattered.

“I want to see you go to pieces.” His voice was a burr against her neck, her collarbone, her lips. “I want to make you cry out my name. I want to make you feel the way you made me feel. Like you’d given me the world.”

Was that what she’d done? She’d claimed him like a cavewoman dragging him back to her cave by the hair. She’d made himhers, spun his pleasure tight and taut with her body and sent him spiraling over the edge.

“Yes,” he moaned again, in her head and against her skin. “Like that.”

“I want more than that.” She grabbed his head and looked into his eyes so thatshecouldn’t look away. He wanted to know what she wanted, so she had to be brave enough to say it. “I want you every way there is. I want you to fuck me so hard I never forget the feeling of you inside me.” And then, swift on the heels of that particular statement, as though she could slip it in while he was still reeling, “I want you in my head, Mordecai, and I want to be in yours.”

Wickedness danced in his broken-glass eyes.*Like this?*

Mordecai touched her mind with his, and there was nothing she wanted more than for that moment to last forever. Lights flickered behind her eyes. Her toes curled, and she pressed herself against him, dove into his kiss as though by kissing him she could hold him there forever, the shadow-whisper of his thoughts brushing against hers.

Want.

Desire.

Need.

It flooded through her until she didn’t know which thoughts were hers and which were his. Crackling fire need and roaring floodwater need and, oh god, if he didn’t touch her more, she was going toscream.

“Is that a promise?” His breath teased her ear.

She moaned, not bothering to hide it anymore. “We’ll see.”

Another surprisedha.She slid one hand into his shirt, her fingers slipping into the gaps between buttons. He wasn’t wearing an undershirt. His chest was firm and muscular, and his heart beat like a drum beneath her touch.

She dragged at the top button until it snapped off. He grumbled something.

“What? You bought me a whole new wardrobe and you’re worrying about a button?”Snap.There went another one.

She feltdrunk.Was this what being mated was like? Being drunk all the time, off her whiskey-smoke mate? She could live with that.

“I’m contributing to the local economy,” she suggested.Pop.“Creating jobs.”

Ohhh my god. Seeing his chest was even better than feeling it. He had a sprinkling of dark hair, just enough to tug on—which she did, gleefully—and themuscles.All that skin.

Why hadn’t she done this the first time? What kind of an idiot let a man like this keep his shirt on while she was fucking him?

The heat coming off him was almost scorching; she was surprised the air around him wasn’t hazy with mirage like a hot street on an even hotter day.

Pop.

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