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“You don’t want to do that, female,” he rumbled, bending his face close to hers, his mouth hovering a whisper’s breadth from her own.
“Enlighten me,” she whispered back, her sweet breath caressing his lips in a phantom kiss.
“Why not?”
His low chuckle was sin incarnate, as he brushed his lips and stubbled jaw along the soft satin of her neck, nuzzling briefly behind her ear, before pulling the lobe between his teeth, then flicking the tip of his tongue against it.
If he hadn’t been pressed so close, though not fully body to body, skin to skin, he wouldn’t have felt the slight hitch in her chest, the subtle tension in her belly.
“Those are the parts that’ll take you to heaven, woman,” he promised. “Treat them kindly, and they’ll treat you right back.”
Her head went back against the tree trunk as she arched her throat, the long column pulsing with her low, delighted laugh.
Laughter.
Yet another anomaly Kai seldom encountered before when dealing with women.
First, this confounding creature showed no fear of him, not even the slightest hesitation. Then, she challenged him in the longhouse with the piercing directness of her stare. She even showed something like…displeasure…when the blonde in his lap got off on him.
What was that glint in her eyes?
Kai couldn’t fathom, except that it had been distinctly proprietary.
Now, she taunted and laughed at him. Did the female have no sense of self-preservation at all?
“Is that so?” she murmured, holding his gaze through hooded eyes, her long black lashes making dark crescents against her be-freckled pale cheeks.
Her hand below loosened its grip slightly to knead and massage his flesh with unerring, expert pressure, making him hiss through clenched teeth at the perfect combination of pain and pleasure.
He wished she was touching his skin directly, not through a layer of fabric that abraded his sensitive skin. He wished she would reach down with her other hand and take hold of his—
Kai sucked in a sharp breath and held it as she did just that. As the strong fingers of her other hand closed around the head of his staff through his trousers andsqueezed.
His head fell forward of its own accord, forehead to forehead with hers.
He was leaking like a water spout all over the damn place, wetting his skin, the cloth, her hand.
He needed to come so badly, his hips tensed to pump, buttocks clenched to steel. Balls drawn up tight, though the tight clasp of her hand around them stalled the volcanic explosion that boiled up through his turgid stalk.
Fucking merciless gods, the pressure!
He’d never known anything like it.
“Release me,” he uttered in the guttural growl of an animal.
And he didn’t mean for her to let him go. He needed her to give himrelease.
She understood perfectly, one hand clenched tight around his stones, the other pumping his cock with a sure, slow,maddeninglyslow rhythm. Milking him steadily, but keeping the floodgates closed.
“No,” she said, her tone eminently reasonable.
He tightened his hand around her neck slightly more in retaliation, cutting off most of her air.
She didn’t panic. Instead, she simply lengthened her breaths through her nose. And cinched his balls tighter while squeezing his cock more roughly through his clothes, purposely twisting around the swollen crown with each pass, abrading him against the slightly scratchy fabric.
He couldn’t bear it any more. The pressure was too great. The pain too close to pleasure, but not enough to tip him over the edge. The edge that he’d dangled on since he first laid eyes on her hours ago.
He used the hand that was braced against the tree to wrap around both of hers between their bodies, stilling her exquisite torture.
