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wanted to take some of the control from her. Except that she liked it. She more than liked it.
    “If you don’t get your hands on me, I’m going to think you don’t want to, and maybe I’ll pleasure myself.”
    “I’d like to watch that.” A strand of blond hair fell over his eyes and he pushed it away. “But not until I’ve had some of you first.”
    He tugged at her shirt, opening the buttons one by one, then took off her bra and flung it upward. Landing on the ceiling fan above their heads, around and around it moved, and for a moment it transfixed Yvette.
    “Hey.” Her head came back down to find him glaring. “Attention here, please.”
    She glared back. “If you don’t want me distracted, don’t get my bra stuck on the fan.”
    “I’m going to have to do a better job of keeping you with me.” He bent and took her nipple in his mouth.
    She howled as the surge of sensation that overtook her. Worse, she wanted to shift, which had never happened before during sex.
    He stroked the skin on her back with his free hand while he caressed and sucked her breasts with his other. She writhed as the slight burn from the stubble on his face drove her crazy.
    He pulled back, his eyes travelling from her breasts to her eyes. “Are they real?”
    “My boobs?”
    He nodded.
    “Shifters don’t get plastic surgery. So, yes, they’re real.”
    “Then they are the most magnificent pair I’ve ever seen.”
    She loved his words and couldn’t hold back the urge to get her hands on his skin any longer.
    His tight T-shirt had shown her he had hard muscles beneath. It hadn’t, however, prepared her for what an Adonis he turned out to be. Really, her partner for the evening looked like he spent the day in the gym and did nothing but lift weights. And, his smooth, pale skin was unmarred by any tattoos, unusual for the guys who frequented Gunther’s bar.
    “No ink?”
    He shook his head. “No. Riding is more of a Zen thing for me. I like to keep my body pure.” Sucking in a deep breath, he caressed her cheeks. “Disappointed?”
    “No, it just means I get to mark you up.”
    His grin surprised her. “Really?”
    She shrugged to hide her excitement at the thought. She didn’t want him to think her an animal, even though she, technically, could be considered one. It seemed ridiculous, but the sensitive spark in his eyes had moved her. Suddenly she cared what he thought of her, which just proved what a complete idiot she could be.
     
    He’d lost her again. Stark Quade couldn’t understand why the raven-haired beauty, who had just made his entire year by bringing him into the office to have her way with him, kept drifting out of their moment. She clearly had a hard time paying attention for long spurts. Perhaps her animal inside had a lot in common with his dog. Canines liked to play and then lost attention. Well, Stark didn’t get ignored, not when he wanted something and, God, he wanted her.
    He yanked on her pants and she gasped. “I have to have you naked. I have to taste you.” Her dark brown eyes dilated. “Do you like that?”
    She nodded. Had she suddenly gone mute? With another tug, he’d removed her black pants and thrown them onto the floor. His fingers rubbed over her pussy through her undies. “You like that? You like me throwing your clothes around? Touching you there?”
    She smiled and he got to see the dimple in her left cheek. Damn, that thing had been driving him crazy all night. If she smiled all the time, every man she encountered must want to fuck her.
    “Going to speak or have you lost your voice?”
    She moved until they were forehead-to-forehead. “I’m just watching the show. The way you handle me, it makes my pussy so wet.”
    His cock rose considerably in his pants. At this point, he didn’t know if he’d get his leathers off. They might get stuck on his erection.
    Fuck, yes . He stroked the top of her abdomen, teasing her for a second before yanking the underwear off. His adored