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him as if she were starved for his taste was an unknown, somehow involved with Royal felines. She might even be associated with the group who ran the trafficking ring that had decimated their species. The possibilities chilled him. He allowed each scenario to surface before pushing them aside to be dealt with later.
    Jasmine was the first female to stir his instincts and awaken his primal side. He wanted to savor her. Besides, if she viewed him as a male she desired, she’d be more likely to share the details of her personal life. That was reason enough to touch her. It was necessary.
    And when did I start making excuses for my behavior? Apparently about the same time as a blonde female stood on a chair and waved her arms in his direction.
    The door clicked closed with his kick, blocking out the laughter and music. He carried her to the leather couch he’d spied earlier and lowered her without breaking the melding of their mouths. Stretched over her, he slipped his hand into the fall of her hair and cradled the back of her head.
    On and on, they kissed until she looped her arms around him and hooked a leg over his, allowing his cock to settle against her groin. The move assured him she felt safe in his arms. It was exactly the sign he wanted.
    He broke the kiss and skimmed his lips along her jaw to her ear. He caught the tender lobe between his teeth and nibbled. Another shudder ran through her body. A sensitive spot. Good. Finding each one seemed necessary. He should be worried about why. He wasn’t. The soft moans she rewarded him with outweighed the concern over his instincts.
    He slid a hand under her loose skirt. The smoothness of her inner thighs teased the rougher pads of his fingers. A shiver raced down his spine.
    “What are you doing?” She tightened her grip on his shirt, balling the material in her fists, but she didn’t push him away.
    Or tell him to stop.
    “Touching you.”
    He waited a moment, giving her a chance to deny him, then inched his fingers higher, dragging the material of her skirt with him. He moved his hand to her cloth-covered sex. Dampness met him.
    Primitive instincts swamped him. He wanted to free his cock, rip her underwear off and plunge into her. She’d fit him perfectly. Massage his dick. His dick jerked, and precome dampened his boxers, making the fabric stick to him. He wanted to lose himself in her.
    Make her mine before another male steals her away.
    Yes, of course. That was the driver behind his intense reaction. The other males’ scent on her triggered his instincts. It didn’t matter who they were or what role they played in her life. She’d stirred Rafe’s primitive side. His possessive nature wouldn’t allow her to escape.
    She was his. At least for the moment.
    He propped on his elbow, giving her space. It also allowed him to judge her reaction. He didn’t want to push her into doing something she didn’t want, but he needed to touch her, exactly as he’d claimed.
    Her half-lidded, drowsy gaze met his.
    “You do enjoy being touched, don’t you?”
    She swallowed hard but didn’t respond.
    “Answer me.”
    “Yes.”
    He slid one finger under the elastic of her underwear and brushed his fingertip over her slick lower lips. “You’re wet, Jasmine.”
    She glanced from his face to her panties. The excited yet hesitant way she watched him caress her made him wonder exactly how experienced the little siren was. From the way she’d kissed, he would’ve said very. Maybe he’d assumed wrong.
    “Drenched.” He circled her opening with his fingertip. Her heat and warmth lured him closer. He didn’t fight the temptation. He pushed two fingers into her body, and her breath rushed out. “Sensitive too.”
    “We shouldn’t…” She lifted her bottom, and her inner muscles squeezed his fingers. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
    He pressed his hand to her lower belly, holding her still. “Do you want me to stop?”
    “I should say yes.”
    Hunger burned in her