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what I needed.
    I broke away. “Clever. Very clever.”
    Somehow I’d ended up half in his lap, my fingers playing with the button at the open neck of his shirt. I popped it, watching the fabric part to reveal the hint of a hard-muscled chest. I couldn’t resist reaching out and stroking that little triangle of skin. He dropped his head back, eyes closed and pleasure written across his features. When he looked back at me, I was the one to shiver.
    “My dad always told me that a good hunter chases, but a great hunter waits for the prey to come to him.” His voice was rough-edged, a deep note in it that hit me on a primal level. “I don’t know what you are, and frankly, I don’t care. All I know is that you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
    He tightened his arms and I didn’t argue, letting him pull me onto his lap. Legs draped on either side of his hips, I held myself up over him and leaned in for another kiss. It was a warm, moist tangle of lips. The intoxicating brush of skin on skin. Soft, gentle kisses that did nothing to ease the building ache within me. But I liked it, liked his approach. Even though his body hummed with tension, he held himself still under me, only lifting his hands to drive them into my hair, then sliding his fingers through the strands.
    I closed my eyes as he did it again, murmuring in pleasure at the sensation. I was being seduced with soft touches and patience. It was new. Unexpected. Nice.
    “Beautiful.” His lips trailed down the soft skin of my throat, and I was lost. Shivering, I surrendered control, letting the pressure of his arm around the back of my hips pull me down until I was seated in his lap.
    A whimper escaped as the long, hard bar of his cock pressed right where I needed it. My pussy clenched, need riding me hard. I hadn’t done this for…God, for months, but it felt more like years as every single day of abstinence ganged up on me and started to make demands.
    Long fingers lifted my shirt, sliding under the fabric to explore the curves within. His fingertips left trails of fire in their wake. I gasped and wriggled against him. My clothes had shrunk. They were at least three sizes too small, irritating and scratchy.
    I rocked my hips against the hardened length of his shaft, and was rewarded with a rough curse. Like a dam had been broken, he flipped me back onto the couch, leaning over me as he claimed my lips again.
    This time he wasn’t gentle, or anywhere near as patient as before. Raw hunger dominated the kiss. Demanding and controlling all at once, stealing my breath and leaving fire running rampant through my veins in its wake. It was a kiss I wanted to go on forever, wallowing in the sheer carnal heat of it.
    Breaking away, his breath was ragged as he leaned his forehead against my shoulder. Somehow my shirt had disappeared, leaving me clad in my bra and leather pants. A shiver rolled through me, but not from the cold.
    “God, I swore to myself I’d take this slow.” He lifted his head, and the look on his face hit me right where it counted. Need, lust, awe, desire…everything a woman could want in a look from a man was there and more. “But I can’t. Are you sure you’re not a siren? I…it’s like you bewitched me.”
    “Not a siren, not even close.” This time I didn’t laugh, just shook my head. Reapers were not known for their seductive manner. “I promise…this is all natural. All us.”
    Relief flared in his eyes, a relief that was quickly swallowed up by darkness as he took his time looking at my body. Arching my back, I showed the girls off. Yeah, I might be a little on the curvy side, but that comes with its own advantages. Namely, tits to die for.
    “I….” He didn’t get any further, his voice trailing off as I reached around and unsnapped the bra at the back. No need to beat about the bush. This was happening… so happening, because if it didn’t, I was going to die of sexual frustration on the damn spot.
    A growl