Taming the Wildcat (Sargosian Chronicles) Read Free

wasn’t paying attention. Roz turned and gave the preening, posing warrior a look that promised payback. The other man ignored him, his gaze locked on Roz’s little human warrior.
    His jacket smacked Roz full in the face. He dragged it off to look at her. She had taken it off…in front of his men. Without thought, he balled it up and threw it at a better target. It hit Jei full speed, cutting off the warrior’s view. He’d wanted to keep her under wraps until he got her into his room, but that plan just got shot to hell.
    Standing there on display for everyone to see, she balanced on one leg like some exotic bird, and ran her hand down smooth, satiny skin to slip off her strappy high heel. The room went silent as every man watched her turn taking shoes off into some odd sort of strip tease.
    His mouth went dry as she stared at him. Mass chaos would erupt if he didn’t get her into his room in the next few seconds. Except he couldn’t move. She stalked back to him until she stood before him…now three inches shorter than she had been. She rose on tiptoe to whisper in his ear.
    “I don’t know which room is yours, so if you don’t want me going into someone else’s…” The little vixen brushed her lips against his ear with every word. His cock jumped with each feather-light kiss as she nibbled a path from his neck to along his jaw. She was playing with fire.
    Holding still, he wanted to see how far she’d take it. He should have known better. He bit back a groan as she bit his chin. Her teeth scraped against his skin; seconds later, her lips and tongue soothed the small hurt she had inflicted. Small nips, nibbles and licks blazed a path along the other side of his jaw.
    Oh Lady…
    The way she sucked on his earlobe painted some extremely vivid images in his head.
    She pressed her curves into him, breasts burning him through both her slinky dress and his shirt. He battled his own inner animal, to not throw her to the floor and take her roughly, right there in front of his men. She must have sensed his control slip, because she leaned back and gave him a measuring look.
    She pulled him down to whisper in his ear. “If you don’t take me to your room right now, your men are going to get the show of their lives.”
    Reaching behind her head, she played with the ties that held the halter top of her dress in place. Pure seduction and challenge shone in her eyes—everything he had ever wanted in a woman.
    He’d been wrong. She wasn’t just playing with fire. She was fire itself.
    He didn’t reply, couldn’t form one that involved anything as complex as words. A growl in the back of his throat, he wrapped an arm around her luscious waist and simply stepped backward. Shouldering open the door to his tiny room, the only private one on the ship, he claimed her lips again in a torrent of heat, as ferocious as it was passionate.
    Her hands were all over him, pulling at his top and trying for his belt buckle. Breaking away for a second, he hauled his t-shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor.
    “Oh no.” He stopped her hands as she started to undo the ties to her dress. “I’ll do that….later.”
    For a moment, he thought she was going to protest, but she didn’t. Kicking the door shut, he used his body to drive her toward the nearest stationary object. The desk. She leaned up for another hungry kiss, one he hungrily returned.
    Picking her up as if she weighed nothing, he placed her on the desk. As though she caught onto his sense of urgency, her fingers were deftly on his belt. Their hands raced to uncover more and more skin. Wasting no time, he slid his hands up her smooth thighs and parted her legs.
    She deserved more than this, but her reactions drove him mad. She tore her mouth away from his to gasp in his ear. “Hurry, Roz…I need you.”
    His brain went into meltdown as the world outside the door disappeared. Who he was, what he’d done…who she was…all that vanished. Wedging his hips between