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believed possible Ra’kur was in front of her, blocking her way.
    He reached out, lightly touching her mouth with two fingers, then he touched his own mouth, his eyes questioning.
    “Yeah, sorry about that earlier,” she said, ducking her head.
    He repeated the action, touching her mouth, then his own.
    “Nnnnammme,” he growled.
    “Oh, yeah. Right.” Of course he just wanted the name for it. His earlier shocked reaction showed he wasn’t interested in doing it. There were even some human cultures that found mouth kissing to be disgusting.
    “It’s called a kiss.” She pointed to her own mouth then his. “Kiss.”
    “Ggggrrisss,” he rumbled.
    “Close enough,” she allowed, trying to move past him.
    He caught her and struck the exact pose the actor had, right down to Charles’ brief, dramatic pause as the music came up, then Ra’kur brought his mouth to hers.
    Even though he clearly had no idea what to do, just having his lips pressed to hers, breathing in his wonderful cinnamon scent, sent every nerve of her body alight.
    She blinked up at him as he drew away.
    He jerked his chin at her a little, his growl very soft. “Ggggrrisss.”
    Jenna searched his vivid blue eyes then, wetting her lips, took his face in her hands and he willingly bent down. Tilting her head, she brought her mouth to his. His breath drew in sharply when she flicked her tongue at the seam between his lips.
    Her tongue touched the inner part of his lip, then she deepened the kiss. His mouth had more of that sweet spice taste to it and her arms wound around his neck to bring him closer. His hands went to her waist, resting there lightly, and when she drew back to meet his gaze, his eyes were wide and stunned.
    Jenna’s brow creased. He looked like he’d just been hit with a brick.
    “You okay?” she asked, not surprised to find her own voice breathless.
    He blinked a few times and she saw him swallow. Then he caught her face gently between his hands. “Ggggrrisss.”
    He lightly rubbed his nose up one side of hers and down the other again.
    That’s what he was doing earlier? Alien-style kissing me?
    Any other questions, and the power to form them, fled as he rubbed his nose against hers again and made the growling-purring rumble that went right through her breasts and down her belly to tingle between her legs.
    This time, when he brought his nose down the other side, he caught her in a kiss and his purr-growl against her mouth set her on fire.
    He took his time kissing her, his mouth sliding over hers, taking his time as his tongue explored, the cinnamon-sweet taste of him luscious. His hands traced her body, lingering for a moment on her buttocks to press her closer, and she felt him hard against her belly.
    The thought that this was crazy, that they might not even have sex the same way, flittered through her mind then stumbling, clumsy with wanting, she pulled him into her bedroom.
    He never stopped kissing her and the rumbling had her ready to go right then. She was already so aroused, so wet, if he’d been human she would be riding him already.
    In moments he had her sweater over her head and her jeans off, leaving her clad now only in bra and panties. They were nothing special, both just plain black cotton, but his gaze was hot as it ran over her. His fingers traced over her skin beside the bra straps, then cupped her breasts in his large hands. Her nipples hardened, her breath quickening as his thumbs flicked across the peaks.
    He slid the straps over her shoulders, pulling the bra down to uncover her, and his gaze softened as he regarded her bare breasts. Gently he cupped one, seeming fascinated by the pale globe cradled in his palm.
    His hands dipped to her ribs and waist and he tugged on the bra, looking frustrated that it didn’t simply come away. Jenna’s hands came up to unfasten it and felt a tug as he impatiently tore the fabric.
    He sat on the bed to look at her breasts, his hands still at her waist. He gave her a