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his own body. He’d been able
to play Dom with totally naked women for hours and never experienced what he did
from ten minutes of thiswoman with her tousled hair and faded Princess
LeiaT-shirt.
    Wasn’t that the blinding flash of the obvious here? Thiswoman. Rayna. The one who
didn’t get a category because she was a category. Light as mist but
fierce as hail. Tiny as a sprite but formidable as a queen. Special.
Incredible. A miracle.
    His. Just for a
few perfect hours, he’d have her in so many ways he’d dreamed. She wanted it—and
goddamnit, did he want it.
    He almost tossed
his head to see if there was a demon on one shoulder and an angel on the other.
“Hell,” he growled. “Ray-bird, I don’t think you understand what—”
    “Stop it. I’m
not thirteen. I damn well understand what I’m asking for!”
    “No.” In one
instant, he went from his half-respectful pose to sliding hard between her legs.
“No, I don’t think you do.”
    Thud. Thud. He locked her
wrists down to the mattress on either side of her head, not compromising his
hold or his stare. “I don’t do smooth jazz and long, slow walks on the beach,
honey. I’ll fuck you like a Stratocaster solo, hard and long and sweaty, until
your ears ring and you don’t know which way is up anymore.” Her pupils dilated
and her mouth parted, and shit if that didn’t turn him on in five fresh ways.
“I won’t tie you up. I won’t use any kinky toys. But I promise your skin will
carry my marks. My taste will linger on your tongue. Your body will remember,
for a very long time, exactly who’s been inside it.”
    He dragged his
grip from her wrists to her elbows, leaving trails with his thumbnails on the
way. Rayna shuddered and arched against him, almost stopping his next words
from getting past his dry throat. “Be careful about asking for the fire, little
bird, if you’re not ready for the burn.”
    Funny that he
mentioned fire. The woman met his scrutiny with eyes that were filled with the
stuff, turning into someone he barely recognized as she panted hard. The flames
burned brighter as he circled his thumbs to the tender flesh of her inner
elbows. She cried out and writhed as if he’d stroked her whole clit.
Fascinating. Exhilarating. So accessible, so real. He loved watching her,
observing what he could do to her.
    Finally, she
collected herself enough to rasp a reply. “You got flint and sticks inside
those pants, Boy Scout? Or are you just going to talk all night?”
    His grin busted
his face so wide, it hurt. But only for a second. After that, he was too busy
capturing her mouth with his. Commanding her lips to form with his. Meshing her
tongue and teeth with his. She opened eagerly for him, giving back every degree
of his passion. He moaned with wonder. For years, he’d kissed nothing but
carefully-schooled submissives who assumed they should let him do all the work,
let him be all the kindling. How long had it been since a woman returned every
drop of lust he gave from their first kiss? She astounded him. Ignited him. Scared
the shit out of him.
    He wanted more.
    A lot more.
    As they kept going
at each other like teenagers at Gas Works Park, adorably breathy sounds erupted
in her throat, driving him to the edge of insanity. But the woman wasn’t going
to settle for the edge. Since he still had her arms pinned, Rayna raised her
legs for her cause. She wrapped both around him, dragging up his T-shirt with
her toes, climbing his spine with the balls of her feet. The action forced his mouth
from hers to make room for his astonished huff.
    “Fuck.” He pulled
away long enough to help her finish the task, balling his shirt up and tossing
it to the shadows. Her little gasp of admiration, joined by her curious fingers
at the round three-part tattoo over his heart, shot his body full of electricity.
He dipped back in and suckled his way to her neck, her scent swirling into his
senses. Cinnamon. Cardamom. A little exotic. A lot erotic. “You