Shae gulped the cold liquid, hoping it would cool her—nope, it didn’t work. She thrust it back at him since she couldn’t very well turn around and set it on the table, not when he had herpinned—
A slice of melon touched her lips. His hand slid beneath the tee she wore, and his fingers stroked herbottom.
Damn.Well, then, if he could sit there so calm and unaffected, so could she. She took the fruit and deliberately sucked his finger. His eyes narrowed. Still, he said nothing, but he leaned closer, his bare chest brushing her t-shirt-clad breasts. Her nipples protested the taunt, wanting his hands or his mouth on them. But, apparently, he was more interested in choosing her next selection offood.
Astrawberry.
With his body flush against hers, and being so intimately joined, her breathing became ragged. She shook her head, her brilliant plan to unsettle him falling flat like apancake.
“Hadenough?”
Of making love? God, no—wait, he probably meant the food. “Yes.”
He lifted her off his lap and, instantly, she felt empty as he set her on the table in front of him. Shae watched him warily. Because Dagan, she was coming to understand, always had some diabolical card waiting to be played when it came toher.
Still silent, he reached for the red wine on the tray, leaned back against the chair, and took a sip from the glass. His gaze drifted over her, then back up to her face. “Goahead.”
“What?”
He fingered the hem of the t-shirt she wore. “Take this off so I can feast onmybanquet.”
“It’s cold.” The words trippedout.
“I’ll keep youwarm.”
Oh, man. She shouldn’t feel shy. Heck, he’d seen every part of her.Still…
“I’mwaiting.”
Slowly, she drew the shirt over her head and dropped it on the table beside her. Drink forgotten, he reached out and rolled her nipple, and sheshuddered.
“My beautiful wildcat,” he murmured, his tone low, rough. Setting the glass aside, he dragged her to the edge of the table. With a palm on her chest, he pushed her down to the wooden surface and put his mouth between her thighs again. She grabbed his hair as his tongue teased and tormented her, impossible desire spiraling throughher.
He sat down and brought her onto his lap again, and at the thick, hard flesh pushing into her, stretching her, a moan brokeout.
A rough whisper of need, of longing drifted into the night air. “Ride me, my Shae-cat…”
