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Her head jerked back, pressing against the wood, her gaze connecting with his as she breathed in a shocked gasp. Against her stomach, hard and engorged, his cock pressed into her.
“Did you really think I’d let you get away so easily?”
Dark, rough, so sexy she swore her knees weakened.
Kita swallowed tightly. “How did you find me?”
“Maybe I’m just smarter than your average hired gun,” he drawled.
Kita felt her lips. She hated it when that happened around him. That need to be kissed. It was so intense, an ache that quickly struck to other, much more sensitive areas.
“I’m sure you are,” she retorted, but her tone wasn’t snappish or shrewish as she would have wished. It was soft. It was a come-on and she knew it even if it was involuntary. She only wished she could sound like that on demand. “Now, tell me how you managed it.”
The smile that quirked the corner of his lips suddenly had her heart racing, the blood pounding furiously through her veins. It was such a wicked look. Such an extreme bad-boy look.
Her thighs clenched, her clit became hot, swollen, and achy as she pulled her lower lip between her teeth and pressed.
“I could do that better. Every time I see that pretty lip clenched between your teeth, you make me want to take a bite too.”
She felt herself melt. Her juices eased from her pussy, saturating the folds between her thighs as she barely, only barely managed to hold back a whimper.
“You haven’t even nibbled,” she whispered. “And I offered.”
“Did you now?” His hand slid from where it was braced over her head, touched her shoulder, caressed to her elbow, then slid over the thin material of the sweater sleeve and gripped her wrist.
Before Kita could grasp the meaning of what he was doing, he’d gripped both her wrists, pulled them quickly over her head, and secured them in one large hand.
“Creed.” It was a protest. She was certain it was.
It had to be a protest, she told herself. Dominance games really didn’t turn her on. She liked slow, easy touches. Foreplay that lasted forever. Or at least longer than three minutes.
But she couldn’t help but realize her cunt was suddenly so sensitive that even the feel of her moisture easing from it was a caress.
“Are you wet, Kita?” The dark male growl in his voice sent a shiver chasing up her spine.
She realized then why she loved his voice. It was strong, fierce. A dark, heavy sound, like a great jungle cat prowling around her.
Except Creed had a way of making her feel a hell of a lot more than that edge of fear she felt around the big cats. And so much more than the wariness she had felt around several of the Breeds she had come in contact with over the past years.
He made her feel alive. He made her realize she was more sensual, and more alone, than she had ever realized before.
“You’re not answering me.” His head lowered, his lips brushing against her cheek. “Are you wet?”
She shook her head as she fought the mesmerizing cadence of his voice.
“No?” The edge of amusement in his voice had her heart skipping a beat. “So, if I can manage to get my hand inside those snug jeans of yours, I won’t find you slick and hot for me?”
His free hand moved to her waist, then to her hips before his fingers found the snap of her jeans and played with it teasingly.
The backs of his fingers brushed against the bare flesh of her stomach beneath the short hem of her light sweater. The warm caress, as delicate as it was, had her nipples tightening, throbbing as she felt her lashes becoming heavy, a sensual drowsiness stealing over her.
“Why are you doing this?” She needed to think right now. She had decisions to make, a life to build. “Why did you follow me?”
“Why did you run from me?” His head lowered until his cheek was beside hers, his lips at her ear, the warmth of his breath caressing the delicate shell. “Didn’t I warn you not to run from me, Kita?”
He had, she remembered it.
“You’re dangerous to me,” she whimpered. “We both know it, Creed. I can’t handle you.”
