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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 bring
his primal side out. He needed to taste her arousal, swallow her desire. Nothing
else mattered.
    With a kick, the door clicked closed, blocking out the
laughter and music. The rapid beat of her heart and the soft moans reflecting
her approval filled his ears, a sound that suddenly seemed necessary. 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 her arms looped around him and one leg hooked over his waist. The
move opened her to him, an invitation that assured him she felt safe in his
arms, ready to allow him further access to her body.
    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 that was, but he wasn’t. The soft
moans she rewarded him with outweighed the concern.
    While he sucked on the flesh, he reached for the button of
her shorts, popped it and pulled the zipper down. Her muscles tensed but he sat
up, hooked his fingers around the hem and yanked the denim down her legs. A
flick of his wrist and he tossed the material behind him. Simple white bikinis
covered her sex. Nothing had ever looked more tempting.
    “What are you doing?”
    She didn’t tell him to stop so he laid a palm over the
cotton and slid his fingers down her cloth-covered cleft. Dampened heat seeped
into the fingertips but he needed to touch her, feel the slickened lips. He
slid one finger under the elastic and groaned.
    “Touching you.”
    He peeked at her through the fall of his hair, not bothering
to push it out of the way. Watching the half-lidded, drowsy look of arousal
spread over her face was much more important.
    “You’re wet, Jasmine.”
    She whimpered. Her gaze flicked from his face to where his
fingers moved behind the cloth of her panties. The excited yet hesitant way she
watched him made him wonder exactly how experienced the little siren was. From
the way she kissed, he would’ve said very. But this display made him question
that assumption.
    He slipped a finger between her lower lips, swirled it in
the opening and whispered, “Drenched.”
    “We shouldn’t do this,” she said but made no attempt to get
away so he dipped the tip inside.
    The sheath he slid his finger into felt untried, tight.
Muscles gripped the small invasion. Her eyes rolled back and a low moan spilled
from her throat. His breathing quickened in response to her growing excitement.
He pushed deeper, met no resistance. Not a virgin, just inexperienced. And he
looked forward to educating her. Starting now. But first he had to be sure.
    “Do you want me to stop?”
    She met his eyes and gave a small shake of her head. He
grinned and stroked the opening until more welcoming cream flowed. Her muscles
parted with his shallow thrusts and raspy pants escaped her lips. Each exhale
lifted her breasts, pushed her erect nipples against the thin cotton. In and
out he slid his finger while he focused on her. He listened, adjusting the
speed and angle when he heard her breathing hitch. He wasn’t quite ready to
allow the hot little Jasmine to orgasm. He enjoyed hearing the sounds coming
from her lips.
    “Rafe, please,” she whispered.
    It was all the encouragement he needed. He tore the material
shielding her sex and replaced his finger with his tongue. She cried out and he
groaned. Her flavor was as unique as the woman in his arms—a sweet, earthy tang
that left him hungry for more. He slid his hands under her bottom and lifted
her so he could delve deeper, kiss her as