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And he gave it to her. His tongue licked at her lips, his teeth nipped, lips rubbed then devoured her breathless moan as she arched closer to him.
The naked peak of her breast rubbed against the rough material of his shirt. She wanted flesh against flesh. She wanted to feel the tiny, silken hairs that she knew covered his body. She wanted to see the stripes that were rumored to be so damned sexy.
She wanted her Bengal. Her mate. She wanted what she knew no other woman would ever have with him, had never had with him.
This. Mating heat.
In the next instant, his lips lifted from hers as the words tore from them: “I’ll end up fucking you here.”
Cassa stared up at him. The amber in his eyes was almost neon against the velvety dark green. Intense eyes, filled with hunger. His expression was drawn with the lust surging through him, his lips swollen from their kisses.
Cassa stared at the strong, savagely hewn features and felt her heart trip from more than just the lust surging between them. There was such strength, so much hunger, and yet a thousand betrayals reflected in his eyes, in his expression. He could lust for her, hunger for her, but as she stared into his oddly colored eyes, there wasn’t a hint of the emotions, or the wellspring of need that she felt rising inside herself.
Mates loved. Every mated couple that she knew loved, and they loved deeply.
“Cassa.” His head lowered as he whispered her name once again, a grimace contorting his face as he took a quick kiss. Then another. The third became deeper, longer.
Cassa felt herself falling beneath the pleasure of his touch once again. She lost time and place. She lost herself. There was nothing but this pleasure, this kiss, this man.
“We have to get the hell out of here.” In the next second he was pushing away from her, taking the heat and the promise as he straightened her T-shirt before pulling back and pushing her into the seat.
Cassa watched him as he closed the door, sealing her into the truck rather than the Raider he had used before. Pushing away from the door, he loped around the front of the vehicle to the driver’s side, got into the truck and started the engine.
He didn’t pull out of the parking lot. He caught the back of her head in his hand, pulled her head back and filled her senses with another of those long, deep probing kisses.
Her nails dug into his arm as a whimper of need escaped her lips. She wanted him now. Waiting until they reached the hotel room was quickly becoming a hazy notion. She was beginning to wonder if it wouldn’t be possible to slip in a quickie in public after all.
“Damn you. I knew you’d be fucking dangerous.” Cabal’s voice was tortured, as tortured as her feverish mind.
And she wasn’t the one that was dangerous. It was him. His kiss, his touch.
Breathing harshly, she forced herself to sit still, to keep her hands to herself. She wasn’t going to start stripping his clothes off in the pickup, but it was close, really close.
He had a body to die for. Or one a woman would kill for. And if rumor was to be believed, then once those clothes came off, the hungry, powerful male animal beneath was unleashed.
The thought of that was both anticipatory as well as irritating. Rumor came from all the damned bigmouthed women who thought they had to brag about sharing his bed. From the women who had touched him when he belonged to her. The women he had warmed through the nights when she had lain alone, wishing, dreaming, regretting.
Thankfully, Glen Ferris wasn’t a large town; the inn she was staying in was only a few miles from the falls. Cabal pulled into the parking lot, shut off the engine and threw open the door. He didn’t bother striding around and helping her out on her side. Impatient Bengal that he was, he pulled her across the seat, ignoring her breathless little cry, before gripping her hips and setting her on the ground.
Within seconds the vehicle’s locks were clicking in place and he was gripping her hand, pulling her toward the front entrance.
Cassa could feel her head spinning. She wanted to protest, something. She wanted to demand more, but she wasn’t certain what she needed to demand. All she knew was the sudden need for the spicy taste of his kiss, for the heat of his touch. Just Cabal. The years of dreams and fantasies were finally coming together, and she found herself suddenly unable to wait. Unable to function without his touch.
The journey to her room seemed to last forever, yet when Cabal took the key card from her hand and opened the door, she suddenly wished it had taken longer. Just a few more minutes to anticipate, to think, not that she was thinking much past the touching him, kissing him. But while her body knew what it wanted right at this moment, her emotions were screaming for more time to adjust, more time to center themselves.
“Come here.” His voice was a deep rumble as the door slammed closed behind them and he pulled her into his arms.
Cassa found her palms flattened against his chest as his gaze caught and held hers.
“It happens so fast,” she whispered, feeling the effects of the mating hormone as they rose inside her. The arousal she had felt for him in the past eleven years was nothing compared to what she was feeling now.
She felt naked, though she was clothed. Vulnerable when she needed to be strong, needed to sort through the emotions tearing through her.
“Sweet Cassa.” His voice was low as his hand rose to cup her cheek, his thumb playing over her swollen lips as his brows lowered over brooding, intent eyes. “I tried to spare us both.”
“With every woman in the continental United States,” she bit out querulously. “Maybe I should have taken your example and chosen a few lovers myself.”
Except, it wouldn’t have helped. The hollow emptiness of shallow sex was something she never wanted to experience again. She’d had that in her brief, bitter marriage.
