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She licked her lips, her hands smoothing down his chest once more to grip the edges of his shirt.
"I didn't say you were civilized," she breathed out, her voice rougher, filled with hunger, with a need she didn't want to hold back any longer. "And in a second, you won't look civilized either."
She smiled. Naked. She wanted him naked, wanted him hard and hot and as wild as she was.
CHAPTER 19
This was the woman Jonas had always sensed inside Rachel. The mate who would shake his world up, who would bind his heart and soul and leave him willing to worship at her feet.
He'd once thought his mate would have to be a female Enforcer. And if human, perhaps a woman like the lawyer Jess Warden, or a fighter like Rachel's kamikaze sister. He'd never imagined his mate would come in a short, calmly quiet, coolly efficient little package. A woman who could handle him in ways that he'd never been able to control others.
He felt her fingers tighten in the edges of his shirt, watched her eyes as she tore the buttons from their moorings and nearly snarled at the raging excitement reflected in the darkening green irises.
She was the perfect lady whenever, wherever she had to be. But now, she was a woman prepared to take her mate.
His hands lifted only to be pushed aside.
"Don't touch me," she ordered as she pushed the tattered edges of his shirt from his arms. "Let me undress you."
Hell. He didn't know if he could do that. He didn't know if he could stand calmly, idly by and simply watch his world being reshaped by this woman's hands. Hell no, he wanted to participate.
He would give her what he could though.
He stood still, his fists clenching as her hands ran down his bare chest, her fingertips raking over his flat nipples as that seductive, siren's smile shaped her lips.
A second later, her nails were rasping down his abdomen, sending spikes of incredible heat to tighten his balls and throb through his dick.
"This is a dangerous game you're playing," he breathed out roughly. "You may not be able to handle what you unleash, mate."
She looked at him from beneath her lashes as her fingers worked loose his belt.
"Take your shoes off." The commanding tone had his eyes narrowing, the animal raging inside him, demanding that he force her submission.
He had no intentions of making her surrender. Her surrender wasn't what he wanted. This was the woman he wanted.
He pushed the expensive shoes from his feet as he watched her, felt her fingers loosening the clasp of his slacks.
"I want to take you." She leaned forward, her tongue licking over his chest and causing his teeth to clench in furious arousal.
Then he felt the sharp edge of her teeth at the side of one nipple, sinking into his flesh in an intimate, searing little bite.
His body jerked, pleasure rioting across his nerve endings at the feel of her teeth biting into him, her tongue tasting him. His hands came up to touch her, to grip her shoulders, to pull her to the bed.
"No!" Her hands caught his wrists.
She was so delicate. There was no strength in her hold, but clear purpose stopped him instead.
Staring down at her, he had to force himself not to take her, not to dominate the sexuality rising inside her.
"This is mine," she told him, her brow lifting in challenge as he watched her. "Do you really want to miss it?"
Hell no!
He lowered his arms, watching as her small hands went back to the clasp on his slacks and slowly undid it.
His cock couldn't possibly become harder, thicker. Yet he swore as she began pushing the slacks over his hips it did just that.
He wore no underwear. Breeds were created and raised for years without clothes, and adapting to them wasn't easy. Underwear was something they preferred to do without. Now, he almost wished he wore them.
