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Had I done something wrong?
“Rise and shine, Kitten,” Zane rumbled, not moving from where he sat or bothering to look at me. “Eavesdropping isn’t polite.”
I sat up on the bed, swung my legs over the edge, and glared at him. “It’s not eavesdropping when I have heightened hearing and none of you are being very quiet.”
He snorted a laugh and stood up, only he didn’t head for the ladder. He brought that perpetual storm cloud of his into my personal space, put his hands on the bed, caging me in, and looked right down into my eyes with those soul-piercing gray orbs. “Looks like I’m on kitten-sitting duty today. Try not to fall overboard, pussycat.”
I glared back at him, hating the way his presence, his smell, the sheer closeness of him and that intoxicating heat radiating off his frame made my limbs turn to jelly and my body grow warm.
His hand, resting on the bed beside my lap, was close enough for me to touch. His thumb pushed the fabric of my shirt away from my pants, and he began drawing gentle circles on my hip bone.
Why did that touch make my entire body feel like I’d just been electrocuted with Moord’s cattle prod—but in a good way?
I couldn’t pull away. I didn’t want to.
Zane slid his tongue between the seam of his lips, and my eyes widened. “You know we hear you,” he said, his voice like honey-coated gravel, so close to my ear, the puff of his breath made my hair flutter. “Hear you with your fingers between your legs, seducing yourself, making yourself come.”
I blinked up at him. “Is that what it’s called?”
His brows furrowed, and I actually seemed to have confused him for a second. The unflappable Zane was suddenly, moderatelyflapped.“What’s what called?”
“When I cry out and feel that intense rush of pleasure? When my pussy swells and a flood of wetness rushes from my body. It’s calledcoming?Jorik said it was an orgasm or a climax.”
Zane’s mouth opened, and his nostrils flared.
“Is that what happens, Kitten?” he finally asked, his voice so deep, so rumbly and dark, I thought at first a storm was rolling in. Was he being nice to me, or was this a trick of some kind? I couldn’t tell, and yet, either way, I didn’t want him to stop.
I nodded. “It is.”
Did the man just growl?
I thought he did.
We stared at each other for what had to have been at least a full minute. I barely blinked; he barely blinked. Our breaths mingled, and as each second passed, I could feel his heartbeat picking up tempo, or maybe that was mine … or both. A mix of scents filled the air. His evocative woodsy scent mixed with something sour and something sweet. I shifted on the bed slightly, and my thighs slid over each other.
I wasn’t even aware of my eyes flaring until his flared, too. He knew what I’d just felt. He smelled it and knew I smelled it, too.
His thumb was still rubbing circles on my hip bone, and for some reason, that felt almost as amazing as when I put my fingers between my legs. Electricity raced through me from that point of contact and settled in my pussy, which was getting warmer and wetter with each passing second.
My lashes fluttered and my lips parted as everything inside me began to throb.
Was this theseductionthey’d been talking about? Was this what they’d been taught how to do?
Why was he seducing me? I thought he hated me.
This had to be a trick. I shifted on the bed, slightly, but he had me pinned, not only with that small bit of contact, but with his eyes. I was immobilized. Frozen.
A deep, animalistic growl rumbled in the back of his throat, and my nipples grew tight beneath my shirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so when Zane’s gaze dropped down to my chest, I knew he could see how hard they were.
“Kitten,” he said, his words coming out almost like a purr as he lifted his eyes back to mine.
“Captain Sunshine,” I mocked, lifting a brow at him. My breath was hitched, and my words came out as more of a pant.
His thumb ceased its torment, but he didn’t move away. The backs of his fingers traced along the waistband of my pants, his skin against mine, as he slid his knuckles across my lower belly.
My pussy clenched, and my hips lifted of their own volition. “What are you doing?” I asked, hating how breathy and nervous my voice sounded.
A wolfish smile claimed his mouth as he continued to slide his hand back and forth, moving his fingers against the sensitive skin of my belly.
