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“Promise me something, Creed,” she said.
His lashes lifted to stare down at her as the hunger ate at him.
“If I can,” he answered.
“Promise me you aren’t doing this for some sort of Breed revenge. That you’re not sleeping with me in some attempt to make my father pay for whatever he and Uncle Phillip have done.”
Uncle Phillip. Phillip Brandenmore was her uncle through Horace’s marriage to Phillip’s younger sister.
“I can swear to you that I’m not going to sleep with you to make your father or your uncle pay for whatever crimes they committed against the Breeds.” That was easy enough. It was the truth.
Her hand lifted, the tips of her fingers smoothing over his cheek as he watched her soft brown eyes melt with emotion.
He’d encouraged emotion in her from that first day, from the first itch he’d felt beneath his tongue. He’d teased, flirted.
“Kiss me, Creed,” she whispered the one plea he couldn’t satisfy. “Like you did earlier.”
His head lowered. A little. God help him, let him be able to stop when he needed to.
As his closed lips smoothed across her forehead to her temple, he let his hands drift up her hips, pushing beneath her light sweater to find her breasts.
Smooth, firm globes fit his palms as her tight hard nipples met the pads of his fingers. He could survive without her kiss, he told himself. He could survive without releasing inside her. It wouldn’t kill him. Hell, other Breeds had gone without th
eir mates for years before, and they had lived.
He would live as well.
But first, he would have to distract her. He would have to give her so much pleasure that she didn’t realize the kiss wasn’t there.
Bending, he put his arms behind her knees and her back, lifting her against his chest as he carried her quickly to the bedroom he had found earlier.
The bed was already turned down. She’d let someone know she was coming because the pantry as well as the refrigerator and bathroom were stocked with new items. Nothing had been used before.
Laying her on the bed, Creed moved to her feet and carefully pulled off her sneakers, then the soft cotton socks. Undressing her became one of the most sensual chores he had ever undertaken.
She arched to him as he pulled her jeans from her body. Free of those, she began to fumble with the buttons of her sweater.
He watched. Watched those graceful fingers release each button as he hurriedly tore his own clothes from his body, carefully laying a condom aside.
This would be agony. Agony and ecstasy. It would be the heights of rapture, and it would be the further depths of pain if what he’d heard was true.
And it would be worth it.
It would be worth every second of agony to feel her clenching and coming around his dick.
As she tossed her sweater aside, Creed tossed aside his own shirt.
Naked, so fucking hard each pulse of blood pounding through his cock was a pleasure so intense it was painful.
Sitting up in the bed, her hair falling around her face in sunlit and shadowed blonde waves, she looked like a damned temptress come to haunt his fantasies.
That was exactly what she was. His fantasy. That nameless woman he had dreamt of for years before Jonas had sent him to the Engalls estate.
She was his mate.
And she was reaching for him.
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