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  He broke out in a sweat, imagining her hand on his balls again, like they had been so very long ago. “I’m not sure—”

  “I’ll stop when you ask me to. I’ll be so careful with you. I never want to hurt you, Beast. You are so important to me.”

  Gah, didn’t she know he’d probably come all over her hand?

  “Please? Let me try?”

  She nibbled a tiny kiss at the corner of his chin, and just like that, he nodded. Hell, what a joke. He could refuse her nothing.

  Her fingers moved down the front of his pants, and she wiggled her delectable bottom further down his legs to give herself room. He groaned where she found his balls and cupped gently.

  They swelled with arousal, becoming heavy. He ignored his dick that swept like an iron bar across his belly, hoping she would ignore it, too.

  Her gentle fingers rolled his balls in their sacs like delicate eggs. He tried to think of anything but sex with Sunny. Like the fact that the wood furniture was hard.

  As hard as her nipples that poked through the silky black fabric of her corset.

  The fact that it was a hot day.

  As hot as the folds of her pussy hidden between her thighs, coating him with slick heat as he delved in and out of her tight sheath.

  The fact that Sunny was injured and weak.

  “Am I hurting you? Or does it feel good? Do I have my technique down?” she asked, all innocence and charm as her touch skittered across his quivering balls.

  He snarled, incapable of speech, like the beast that he was.

  “Too much?” she said lightly, her big eyes batting.

  Chapter Five

  She pulled her fingers away. Beast looked like he wanted to howl with frustration. So far her plan was working like a charm. She covered her smile by leaning in.

  “I guess that’s good for the first time. It’ll be better next time,” she promised, giving a small kiss to his jawline.

  Before he could move, she stood and stretched, aware of his eyes glued to her cleavage. Then she turned her back to him. “I don’t know where Tempest got these panties,” she said, flipping the back of her short skirt up to her waist to show him the thong. “But they are dreadfully uncomfortable. I’d rather just go without. Do you mind grabbing the waistband so I can take them off?”

  For a moment, he was so still. She thought he’d refuse. So she looked back over her shoulder, saw his eyes stuck to the globes of her bare ass.

  “I guess I can try with my poor fingers. They’re a bit overworked now that I exercised them…”

  “I got it,” he snapped, his voice all growly and deep. It skittered warm bursts of pleasure over her woman parts.

  His warm fingers gripped her ass and she closed her eyes. His calluses felt wonderfully rough against her skin. She fought the moan that tried to work its way up. Then he crawled his touch up the curve of her butt to her waist, inserted his fingers underneath the string and whisked the offending lace off. He leaned forward, his face nearly touching her skin as he smoothed them over her thighs and down her knees, holding them low enough to her ankles that she could kick them to the side.

  She held still, aware that he was about to lose control.

  But then he gave a friendly pat to her ass like she was one of the guys. “There you go.”

  Well, drat.

  “Thank you.” She kicked the panties aside. Wow, a thong may not have been much protection, but now she was aware of being completely naked underneath the skirt. Her swollen pussy bulged with each movement she made. “I’ll try not to put you out too long, playing my nursemaid and all. And someday, if I can return the favor…”

  “Don’t worry about it,” he all but snarled.

  Again, she turned away to smile, but she needn’t have bothered to try to cover it. His eyes were dead ahead as if he refused to look at the swells of her breasts. At the sway of her hips as she walked.

  His back was ramrod straight. Almost as stiff as the erection outlined in his pants. Oh, yeah. Much as he fought it, he still wanted her. She waited until the cabin was in sight, just beyond the trees, before she moaned tragically.

  “I’m so weak. I don’t know if I can make it.”

  “Make it? It’s just right there.”

  “Please, Beast. I knew recuperating by myself was going to be a bad idea.”

  He didn’t say a word, just swept her up into strong arms. She settled her head onto the crook of his neck and inhaled deeply.

  She loved this man. She felt like she’d grown up with him. She felt like she knew him, inside and out.

  But then he entered the cabin, strode toward the bedroom, and dumped her on the bed.

  “Beast,” she called out just as soon as he turned to leave.

  He froze in place, his back still facing her.

  “What are you doing?” she softly whispered. “You’re angry, and you’re not facing it—”

  “I’m not angry.”

  “You’re fighting the anger. If you allow it to roll over you, you can deal with it.”

  She could almost feel the wave that roared through his broad back as he threw back his massive shoulders and turned.

  * * * * *

  The tension in the air was thick, and he knew none of it poured from Sunny’s pores. No, it was all his, much as he’d tried to herd it back because of her tragedy. Her sickness. The loss of her fingers. But at her words, something ugly fought for control.

  “What am I doing?” His anger surged at her question, and he turned to face her. “What the hell were you thinking?” he demanded, stalking toward the bed. He enunciated very slowly. “You got yourself captured.”

  Sunny glanced around warily and crawled backward, further away from him. It made something primal in him roar inside suddenly, and he went into motion, dropping his weight and pinning her in place with his bigger body. “Leaving me again, my love? You’re good at that.”

  “Beast, I wasn’t leaving you. We were friends with one brief exploratory excursion that shouldn’t have happened. Nothing else.”

  “Try to lie to someone else, Sunny.”

  Her soft curves yielded against the harder planes of his, and any control he’d thought he had shattered in a heartbeat. With another growl, he bent his head and claimed her lips. She didn’t resist, opening up for him as soon as he demanded entrance.

  Burying a hand in her hair, he tilted her head back as he dove in, claiming her mouth as he longed to claim her body. The kiss went from hot to a volcanic eruption in mere seconds.

  Sunny whimpered and kissed him back, her hands sliding under his shirt with a need that fanned the flames of his own desire. Without breaking the kiss, he struggled out of his shirt, letting it drop to the floor. He surged against her, both hands now in her hair as he kissed her. He slicked his tongue against hers, then drank from her lips, and then surged within again, his tongue thrusting in and out. When he broke the kiss, they were both breathing heavily. He looked down and locked gazes with her, barely recognizing his own voice when he spoke.

  “We’re gonna do this. Now. And you will never talk to other males again,” he ordered, covering her lips with his before she could reply. Her indignant gasp was lost in his mouth, but he didn’t care. She was his. The sooner she realized that, the better off she’d be. She held herself rigid against him for a few seconds, refusing him access to the honeyed sweetness beyond her lips. But it didn’t matter. He knew she wanted him as badly as he wanted her and the rest—her learning to love him and deal with him—would come later.

  Sliding his hands down from where they cupped her neck, he slid one around to the small of her back to haul her up tighter against him while the other crawled beneath the skirt Tempest had brought her.

  Dear Mother of Creation, he’d forgotten there would be nothing against her skin but his fingers. She gasped again, softening in his arms as his fingertips swept against her mound, parting her patch of hair. He swallowed the small sound of pleasure as he teased the apex of her thighs, eas
ing her fleshy lips open so he could stroke the delicate slick flesh within. Wetness bathed his fingers as he found her opening, a slipperiness he slicked over the tiny nub of her clit. The bundle of nerves hardened under his attentions, pert and proud as he stroked and caressed. He circled and teased her soft gasps as she clung to his upper arms, music to his ears. Her hips rocked against his hand, her breathing in short ragged pants when she broke away to stare into his eyes. He reveled in the tiny, feminine sounds of pleasure as he teased her. She was so open and responsive, eager for his touch, and it stroked his ego in a way nothing else ever had. If she never learned to love him the way his best friend Robyn loved Steele, at least he had this. He could command her body at a touch.

  Dropping a kiss against her forehead, he again found the entrance to her body and then slid his finger deep inside. A groan broke from his throat as her sheath clamped around him, the warmth and tightness of her pussy sending his arousal into overdrive. He had to have her soon before his cock erupted in his pants.

  But not until he’d made sure of her pleasure. Altering his position, he cradled her in his embrace, adding a thumb against her clit as he slid a second digit deep within her. The added pressure increased the sound of her moans and the rock of her hips against his hand as though seeking more pleasure.

  “Enough,” he broke away to growl when her cries were almost at fever pitch. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and glassy, unfocused with the pleasure that rolled through her system.

  “Beast?” Her soft whisper was almost pained, her expression confused. “You don’t want to—”

  Something in the tone of her voice pulled at him, but rather than analyze it, he leaned down and claimed her lips in a hard kiss. “I do. But you need to be well enough to make the decision. I won’t have you regretting this.”

  “Ohh…” Comprehension filled her eyes as he bent down and scooped her up higher onto the pillows that adorned the head of the bed.

  No words were exchanged between the two of them, the silence stretching out and tension mounting between them with every move he made.

  Their bedroom was dark as it was sealed against prying eyes. He strode toward the curtains, ripping them apart so the cast of sunlight could light the room. Then he turned and looked down at her in the center of the soft bed.

  “Undress for me,” she begged, her voice soft but full of need.

  His body was motionless, but his eyes saw everything as she lifted a tentative hand to the hem of her skirt. She peeled it up over her waist, exposing her entire lower half for his view. Thick, heady lust rolled over his entire body.

  He watched her hand move up to cup her dark, drenched sex, covering her tantalizing little mound.

  “Show yourself to me.” His demand was little more than an uncontrolled beastly growl, but it didn’t seem to scare her. If anything, the little hitch in her breathing and the sudden narrowing of her magnificent blue-gray eyes said it had the opposite effect.

  She dropped her hands, revealing the expanse of her golden skin at her spread legs. She shone in the sunlight, her labia glittered with slickness.

  He sucked in a breath as his gaze roved over the perfection of her body. His cock pulsed savagely in his pants, protesting the layers of material that constrained it. He’d already had her, claimed her body that magical night when they’d arrived in Xenia, but this…this perfection of her naked form made his heart thud against his ribs and his cock throb in his pants.

  She was… breathtaking.

  “Please,” she whispered, moving to cover herself with her hands. “Say something.”

  “No!” He was over her in a heartbeat, stopping her hands. “Never cover yourself from me. You’re so beautiful.”

  Pulling her hands up over her head, he pinned them there with one of his own. The other he slid down the side of her body, flirting with the soft curve of her waist before cupping her breast. She bit her lip as he delved under the cup of her corset and rolled his thumb over her nipple, the soft catch in her breathing shredding the last of his control.

  With a roar that echoed through the cabin, he grasped the edges of the black silk and ripped, her breasts spilling from the fabric. She gasped, but he knew it wasn’t fear. No, it was more at relief at being freed—exposed for his touch.

  She was a golden goddess, lying back on the pillows with soft golden breasts tipped with darker bronzed areolas. Her nipples poked outward, hardened to tight points, begging to be sucked. Her belly was flat, and the tiny worthless skirt was tangled around her waist like a ruffle of nothing.

  He took the waistband and ripped it down the center.

  A darker strip of brown hair covered her sex, shadowing the view of the bit of her he longed to see. He rubbed the calloused edges of his fingerpads on the inside of her thighs, gently pushing her thighs further apart as he eagerly kneeled before her.

  She bent her legs up at the knees, holding herself spread. “Like this?” Even her voice was molten gold, spreading thickly over his senses like he wanted her essence over his tongue.

  “You’re beautiful,” he gritted.

  “Beast,” she moaned, arching her hips slightly. “Please!”

  “Please what, Sunny?”

  “Please touch me.”

  Carefully he skimmed a claw up her drenched slit. Her flesh quivered as she moaned, long and drawn out.

  It was too much for him. He had to lick her. He bent his head, noting the shiny areas where her essence leaked and lapped at it. Her sweet flavor burst on his tongue, a heady aroma of desire with the taste of honey.

  Sunny gasped in a breath and held it, then released it as he clamped his mouth down on her, working his tongue between the lips of her pussy, lapping over her clit, circling it and prodding it with the point of his tongue. His lips pulled it into his mouth, sucking it fiercely, dimly aware that her thighs quivered, and she shouted words of encouragement.

  “Beast! Oh, my…Beast. More. Right there!”

  She was on the edge of release. He could tell by the liquid that flowed, preparing her for the size of his painfully swollen cock he pressed into the mattress.

  “Stop,” she demanded, pulling on his hair. “Stop. I’m so close, and I want to come with you inside me.”

  From between her legs, he nodded as he rose, shaky hands yanking his pants down over the muscles of his thighs, watching her as she followed the line of his body, seeing her glazed focus on the cock that was revealed.

  “I want that,” she said, spreading the lips of her pussy with one hand. “I want that deep inside me.”

  She had no idea how her words were driving him insane.

  “I wanted to do this slowly,” he panted, a hard knee between hers parting them. “Make you scream over and over. But I can’t wait.”

  She nodded, rocking her hips to welcome him as he settled between her thighs. Reaching down, he checked she was still ready for him, their groans mingling in the air as his fingers slid between her slick pussy lips, and then he reached for his monstrous erection.

  A second later the broad, thick head of his cock pressed against the entrance to her body. She arched against him, a small sound of pleasure in the back of her throat as he slipped half an inch inside her.

  The pleasure of his tip being wrapped in the tight, wet embrace of her body made his eyes cross. He surged forward, a bark of pleasure escaping as her body accepted him, the hot sheath warm and welcoming. His hips jerked back of their own accord, and then he buried himself in her again. And again. Each time bringing a cry of pleasure to her lips as he worked himself deeper.

  He didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, not even when his balls hit her ass and he was fully sheathed within her. Need and desire drove him, his hips pumping as he took her hard and fast. Her cries of pleasure and the straining of her hips against him spurred him on. He let go of her hands to brace himself and then hissed in pleasure as she raked her nails down his back. The bed rocked, the frame complaining at the harsh treatment, but he didn’t care. All that ma
ttered was the two of them and the exquisite need between them.

  Need rode him, heat spiraling through his veins and racing up and down his spine. It reached his lower back, tightened his ass and looped around his balls, drawing them up tight. Feeling his end drawing near, he reached between them. He pressed his thumb against her clit as he upped the pace, determined to make her climax before he did.

  She gasped, eyes rolling back in her head, and he felt her pussy begin to spasm around him. A silken grip of utter ecstasy. With a roar, he increased his pace again, the muscles in his legs and ass screaming, but he didn’t care. The need to drive into her, to take her, overrode all else.

  She screamed his name as she came hard over his cock. Wave after wave, her pussy clamped so tightly he had to grit his teeth as he slid into her. His vision went white at the edges as he exploded. His cock jerked and pulsed, bathing the swollen warmth of her sheath with his white-hot seed.

  Claiming her.

  His woman. His Sunny.

  Always.

  Chapter Six

  She woke to a cocoon of warmth. She felt languid and relaxed—trapped in a naked man’s heavily muscled arms.

  Beast.

  Unease pounded through her as her heart hammered in her chest. This was what she wanted, right? For things to return to the way they were? But now that the initial hunger was satisfied, she wondered where this would leave them.

  He was wonderful last night, but so dominant, in a way he’d never been with her before. He demanded from her—demanded she reach her peak, over and over. There wasn’t any of the reverent worshipping, the kid gloves he’d normally used with her. She loved the new tone he’d set…but she also missed the old.

  Surely he wouldn’t still demand she leave her job? Hell, he’d demanded that she never speak to other males. She had to get away and think about this. Very slowly, she slid his arm off her waist with the hand she’d claimed was weak and needed to be exercised.