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“Have not.” Indigo popped her fists to her hips. After all, his loyalties were still in question, and she didn’t want to be linked romantically to the shifty shifter. She hoped she carried off the appropriate amount of indignation.
With The Path Book Club all ears, Celene pursued the issue. “You may not have hooked up yet, but you want to.”
“He’s a client. Purely business between us. Unlike the action you’re about to get from a certain jaguar.”
Celene shrugged. “What can I say? He makes me roar.”
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He did make her roar, but he also confused Celene. Nace had announced his gentlemanly intentions to court her. She accepted the terms. They had spent time together.
Whenever the jaguar shifter opened his mouth, out jumped something stupid. Next thing, he popped off with something brilliant. No doubt about it, he was a macho he-man with a succulent body, rugged good looks, and a need to dominate. But he was complicated.
After his un-PC comments at the Stake House, he had encouraged her to ride the questing beast. What a thrill! Afterward, he ran his hands over her to check for injuries, whispering how he would never deny her the air she needed to breathe.
She believed him.
As a result, Celene continued to allow Nace to court her, fearing she might be falling in love. Or lust.
Explaining she couldn’t cook, she had invited him to her place tonight for dinner. He volunteered to pick up takeout on the way over. He even asked what she wanted.
Since a jag shifter was a big meat eater, Celene suggested fried chicken. Not only to appease the he-man. She happened to love it, too.
Nace put her in charge of a few things Celene could handle. She stocked the bar with whiskey and wine. Candles were on the table. Since it was too hot for the fireplace, soft jazz played in the background.
He’d also told her to wear the same outfit she’d had on for dinner at The Stake House but to forgo panties and bra. She laughed. No man told her how to dress. Then he said something quite clever. He asked where her sense of adventure was. The male knew how to push her buttons. Blew her feminist stance to hell, because she was always up for a dare.
At the last minute, Celene posed in front of a mirror. Oh, damn. She raised her skirt to wiggle out of a yellow lace thong.
Why not have a little fun. I’m adventurous. And he knows it.
She removed her matching bra, her bare breasts bouncing freely in the snug, belly-revealing top. Celene was ready for the intimate part of the courtship to begin.
A loud knock. Nace?
It was. His long amber hair, streaked with gold and black, was tied at his neck, emphasizing the sharp, angular bones in his face. His cat-like eyes glowed.
She chose to think it was her pose. A sexy lean against the jamb. One arm stretched high. Her chin tilted. Her tongue swiped across her Forbidden Apple Red lips. A foot crossed over the other ankle, toe down.
He wasn’t chopped liver in the looks department. His T-shirt molded to his chest and biceps, his Firebrand Phoenix peeking beneath the sleeve. Celene’s admiring gaze traveled to muscular thighs. She resisted asking him to pivot so she could ogle his tight ass.
The shifter’s nostrils flared while a pleased smile tugged at his lips, his pants bulging with a very large penis. He handed off a tub of chicken. When she turned to take it into the kitchen, he followed alongside, hiking up one side of her skirt to rest his hand on a bare cheek. “I like how you’re ready, Celene.”
She clenched her thighs, her sex quivering and wet.
He let her skirt glide into place when he halted at the counter, tilting against it. His gaze latched onto her while she set the food down. She spun around to face him, blushing. It was so not her style.
He pointed at his feet. “Here, Celene.”
“Bossy.” She grinned but strutted toward him, putting extra sway in her hips.
He pushed up her top until he bared her to the air, her nipples pulling into eager, tight buds. Looking way too pleased with himself, Nace palmed the sides of her breasts, squeezing them together while he gazed into her eyes. “Later, I’m going to put my dick between these and come.”
A shiver rolled through Celene. Her fingers undid the tie from his hair, combing through the silky strands. “Is the courtship phase over?”
“Hell yes.” Nace dipped his head to lick around a nipple. When she arched her back, he cupped her, taking a mouthful of flesh, nipping and sucking. Hot desire raced down her belly toward her womb while she pressed in tight. His lips journeyed to her other breast, treating it to the same attention.
Without warning, he stopped, spun her, and bent her over the cold counter, her bare breasts flattened, aching, and chilled. He dragged her skirt over her ass. His hands ran up the insides of her thighs while he spread them farther apart. She moaned, fighting the urge to close her knees. Nace growled, pushing her wider, palming her cheeks, rubbing them, stroking the edge of his palm between them. She quivered, his touch hot.
