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Chapter Nine
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Every inch of her body screamed yes.
Craving the strength of him. The authority of him. The hard, burnished heaven of him.
Every neuron in her mind blared no.
Remembering his rejection. His confidence about it. His surety of exactly what she needed from a man—relationship, stability, commitment—and his inability to supply any of that.
But right now, she didn’t need a freaking commitment.
She needed an escape.
A way out of the insanity tumbling down on her. The world that felt too big. The fear, closing in like a forest under a dark spell…
She needed the sun. The fire. If only just this once, the perfect incineration…
Of him.
She leapt at him with desperate, driving force. Grabbed his wet shirt with one hand and the meat of his neck with the other, using both to slam her body tighter against his. Yes. So blissful, straddling him. So hot, feeling him. So stretched, and she was only riding his pulsing bulge through their clothes…
A situation needing to be changed.
As soon as damn possible.
If his taut groan was any clear communicator, Franzen was on the same perfect page. He finished it by croaking, “Fuck. Kitten.” More words tumbled out in his island tongue, and she didn’t ask for a translation. His raw granite voice turned it all into filthy temptation, and she didn’t want to think any differently. She succumbed to his erotic call with sighing abandon, exactly how she’d wanted to since meeting him.
“Meow,” she uttered into his ear, before sinking her teeth into the lobe. His hands, gripping her thighs, dug in to the point of pain. Together, they released aroused hisses.
It was awakening. Arousal. Explosions so electric and erotic and new, but a connection she also recognized already, in places even deeper than her womb…as if it were always meant to be.
As if he were always meant to be.
Nothing confirmed it more than the moment he coiled a hand in her hair, twisted her head back then plunged his mouth over hers.
She had half a second to mewl in surprise before the man stole even that from her. His tongue lunged and conquered, swept and ravaged, taking every part of her wide, willing mouth. Gone was the carefully reined warrior, even the diligent dragon guard, bringing on the understanding of why he’d backed off before. He’d known, even then. He’d known it would be like this if they gave in to their attraction…if they gave even one spark to their fire.
Too late now.
And Tracy wasn’t one bit sorry.
She melted for him. Sighed and groaned, succumbing to the brutal mastery of him. Let her fear tumble free as her passion thickened, becoming the putty of his desire.
Mold me,her mind begged.
Take me,her pussy pleaded.
Free me, her spirit screamed.
John released her from the kiss only to impale her with his stare, the mocha of his eyes stirred with liquid gold—and the intensity of new insight. He’d heard her. Not in the clumsy rudiment of words, but in the fabric of his own mind, soul, and body. He’d heard her.
But more than that, he’d listened.
So why did his grip loosen against her scalp? Why were his brows knit so tight, they nearly vee’d at the center of his forehead?
He released a tight breath from locked teeth, as if hearing those queries just as clearly. “I can’t promise sweet and sultry, woman. I’ll try, but—”
