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"Both of them?"

Her arreed

"At the sa in her eyes then "At the same time"

Crista had never considered herself to be the type of woer, but she adht now, that was exactly what she was doing

She would have thought that suspecting she had two lovers would have pleased hi her to sleep with Natches as well Instead, he seery

"You ran away from me, by your oords, because I said I wanted to share you with Rowdy and Natches, yet you leave my bed and move in with two otherit to rise as she stared back at him in surprise

"What I did after I left you is none of your business" She stepped back as he threw his shirt to the side of the rooed Dark broere lowered heavily over brilliant, light green eyes that seelow in his dark face His lips were a flat, thin line, his shoulders bunched with tension

He wasn’t frightening; he was sexy He should have been frightening Instead, she could feel a sense of overwheled, at least as angry as he was But she was seeing soamusement or cynical awareness he nor, jealous?

She felt her breasts becoainst the material of the T-shirt that she wore, and it made no sense He had no reason to be jealous; she didn’t want hi had never been jealous about another woman Never possessive That possessiveness had every cell in her body hypersensitive and screa for his touch

Her clit ollen, the folds surrounding it heated and wet She stared at hi as his hand went to the wide leather belt cinching his waist, seeing as though in slow ing to jerk the snap of his jeans free

"What are you doing?" The words rose unbidden He was furious with her; she could see it

Furious and aroused and so possessive she could see the ereed" His lips twisted, lost their flat, furious line, only to appear fuller, al Watching anger fall beneath hunger, suspicion beneath possessiveness, and need overtaking his expression

"You agreed," he repeated as he toed his boots off and tossed them aside, "to sleep with me To fuck with me"

She flinched at the sound of his voice, not his words It was rough, guttural, filled with lust And it struck a chord inside her own sensuality that had her wo violently

"That’s my shirt," he rasped when she continued to stare back at hi as he advanced on her, as ht abs

Below, pressing hard and tight against his jeans, his ra was like when hunger beat hiry Not like this Powerful, intent, focused only on the lust burning inside hiht she had spent in his bed, she hadn’t known the powerful draw he could be Tanned and hard, strong and do in his eyes was like chains, holding her still, silent, as he advanced on her

Her head tilted back as he caaze locked with his as his hand lifted, thu the ht years it’s tormented me," he murmured, his voice a dark velvet rasp over her senses

"Dreahts, I couldn’t even touch another woman because I ached for you to the point of pain"

He couldn’t have ached more than she had Couldn’t have known the brutality of re a touch that ruined her for any other

"But you still took theht past the thickening eroticis between them "Alone And with your cousins"

"And you went to another man" His lips drew back from his teeth in a hard snarl "Two ainst the dresser behind her as she caught her breath at the savage lust rising between them now "Did they hold you? Did my name scream in your head each time they touched you, as yours screamed in mine?"

"Don’t" Shoeakness She had learned that so er or the need that ripped through her

And yet she was showing exactly that

Her hands gripped the edge of the dresser behind her as she strained away froer if he didn’t stop touching her

And he wouldn’t stop His hands gripped her waist, lifted her to the top of the dresser, then slid to her knees to draw the, you don’t want to do this" She was panting, certain she couldn’t breathe through this He was stealing the oxygen between the it thick and heavy with lust

"I don’t want to do it?" He drew the shirt up her waist, pulling it over her breasts, then forcing her ar it free of her body

The cool air of the air conditioner washed over her nipples, sending a talon of sensation raking down her spine

When he tossed the shirt aside, he didn’t release her wrists They were bound in one large hand, stretched above her head, lifting her breasts high as he stared at her

"I should have tied you to ht," he whispered hoarsely "I would have kept you with oogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>