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“I’ll never trust you,” she whispered painfully. “Never.”
Moving toward her, he shook his head with slow, even movements.
“You already trust me, baby, you just don’t want to accept it yet.”
“You’ve lost your mind.” Disbelief warred with the hunger rising inside her as he came closer.
“Yeah, I did, a long time ago,” he agreed, his arm curving around her waist to drag her against him. “Then I found it in a lonely desert as I watched a tigress hunt and realized all I dreamed of had been right beneath my nose as I searched for her.”
Surprise parted her lips and she would have demanded an explanation. But his kiss stole the words as well as the need for them. Sealing them together as the taste of the mating hormone spilling from both of them mixed, exploding through her senses and her emotions.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, her fingers spearing into his hair to hold him to her as a broken moan escaped her throat, Cat knew she couldn’t have survived much longer without him.
She’d searched for him. She knew that. She’d drawn him back to the desert, gave him the clues needed to find her and refused to tell him who his contact had been. She’d waited for him, night after night, searched the night and the desert for him, and she’d told herself she hated him. She’d told herself she was simply tired of waiting for him to find her and kill her.
What he was doing was more painful, though.
Yet, she was cooperating, wasn’t she?
A strangled cry of need and knowledge filled their kiss.
Tightening his arms around her, Graeme swung her from her feet and carried her to the bed. With his lips still covering hers, their tongues licking, tasting each other’s kiss and their hunger, he moved over her. His body covered hers, his hands exploring, removing the clothing separating them and blocking access to naked flesh as she tore at his with sharpened claws until they fell away.
His rougher, tough skin stroked against her softer flesh as his lips tore from the kiss to slide across her jaw to the vulnerable line of her neck.
“You just shredded my clothes.” He nipped at her neck as though in retaliation but the sharp pleasure had her tilting her head to give him greater access.
“I’m sure I’m so sorry. I’ll do better next time,” she whispered breathlessly, stroking her hands down his back, marveling at the hard muscle flexing beneath his skin.
“Make sure you do.” Lifting his head, he stared down at her, catching her gaze and holding it.
It was as though he was seeing into her.
Did he see the nights she’d searched the desert for him, so hungry for the sight of him that she’d made damned certain he knew where she was? That he found out who she was? Did he see the fear she’d fought to hide as a child, the hunger she’d felt as she became a woman?
“My Cat,” he whispered, brushing his fingers over her cheek before lowering his head to lay his cheek against hers. “Let me hold you, baby, just for now, be my Cat.”
Just for now.
Hunger raged through her, a hunger that went far beyond the sexual into a realm of broken dreams, a broken heart and a scarred soul. But the need to be held by him had followed her through all of it.
The need to be his, in whatever capacity he would allow her to belong to him, had always been a part of her. Whether coded in by him, or matched by nature, did it really matter? Because the need for it far outweighed anything science could have created.
Closing her eyes, Cat gave in to the need, the hunger and the overwhelming emotion she restrained with such force that at times she feared it would strangle her.
She let herself be what she had been born to be.
His Cat.
• CHAPTER 15 •
She’d dreamed of his touch.
Lying beneath him, Cat wondered if she would ever regain her emotional distance now.
Callused palms stroked along her sides to her hips, the warmth and friction exploding against her sensitive flesh in flash points of pleasure. As she tightened her fingers in the blankets beneath her, the moan trapped in her throat escaped. The whimpering sound surprised her, the aching need it contained shocked her.
Her breath caught when one hand stroked up her side once again, his fingertips caressing, dragging with exquisite heat until they curled around the swollen curve of her breast. His lips smoothed from her neck to her collarbone, a little nip causing her to jerk her hands from the bed to grip his shoulders.
