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charges of
pleasure through her body.
    He kissed her
again, working the bundle of nerve exquisitely, pushing her toward
the fastest climax of her life. She shuddered against him. "Do you
think they know I'm going to make you come right here at the bar?"
he whispered against her lips. "Does it feel good, little one?"
    She sank her
white teeth into her lower lip and nodded. "Yes."
    "It's
frustrating for me. I want you naked and beneath me on a bed right
now." He pressed and rotated, pressed and rotated, making her clit
more swollen, so very aroused and sensitive. "I want my tongue
here."
    She gasped
against his lips. "I'm coming," she whispered. "Oh, god, don't
stop."
    "Never." He
slanted his mouth over hers as the orgasm hit her full-force. She
felt the sweet rush of her come as she came against his stroking
hand. Roane caught all her little moans and pants in his mouth.
    When her climax
had eased, he let her sag a little against him. "Let's get out of
here," he whispered in her ear. "I want to fuck you till you can't
think anymore."
    All she could
do was nod her agreement.
    As they rose
and left the bar, neither of them noticed a dark-haired Wolven in
the corner by the jukebox, watching them.
    * * * * *
    Somehow they
made it into the hotel room. They sealed their bodies together as
soon as they were inside and Roane kicked the door shut behind them
and pressed her up against it. He grabbed both her wrists and
pinned them on either side of her head as his mouth worked over
hers—lips siding, teeth nipping.
    Scarlet drowned
in it, in the scent of him, the feel of him, the sound of his
breathing. This was an itch she'd needed to scratch in a major way.
It was wrong, so very, very wrong. At the moment, Scarlet could not
have cared less.
    "Bed," she
whispered between kisses. "Bed. Now."
    Roane released
her wrists and lifted her around her waist. He stumbled the five
steps to the bed and threw her down on top of it. She bounced and
let out a laugh of surprise that quickly died in her throat as she
looked up and watched Roane pull his shirt over his head. Smooth
muscle rippled, revealing the lean strength of a Wolven male.
    Masculine
splendor was definitely a quality Roane could claim in spades and
the sight of him made every nerve in her body that hadn't already
flared, come to complete attention. She bit her bottom lip as she
took her fill of him, and let the sight wipe every remaining fear
of her brother from her mind.
    He tossed his
shirt to the floor and slowly bent to take first one foot and then
the other and remove her shoes. Then Roane leaned over her, his
hair shadowing his face and his gaze centered on hers. After he'd
given her a lingering kiss, he grasped the edge of her shirt and
pulled it up and over her head, leaving her clad in just her white
lace bra. Then he dropped his hands, unbuttoned her jeans and
pulled those off too.
    Now she lay in
just her bra and panties while Roane stood above her, his gaze
running hungrily over her body. “Take them off,” he commanded in a
low, rough voice.
    She slipped her
bra and underwear off. Roane watched her do it, dark eyes filled
with lust, jaw locked.
    His lids had
gone heavy and his cock pressed against the zipper of his jeans.
“Lie back against the pillows. I want to look at you.”
    She lay back
and his heated gaze ate up every inch of her.
    “Gorgeous,” he
murmured, crawling onto the bed over her. Balancing on one muscular
arm, he cupped her breast with his free hand and rubbed the nipple
to a stiff peak with his thumb. Then he sucked her nipple into his
mouth, his masterful tongue exploring every ridge and bump of her
erect peaks, each in turn.
    She moaned,
closing her eyes.
    His hand dipped
between her legs, pushed her thighs apart roughly and slid his hand
between them, taking her clit between two fingers he rubbed it
until she moaned. She felt her cheeks flush and heard her breath
thicken. He stroked his hand over her folds, petting her clit. She
squirmed