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Roz shook his head. She wasn’t getting off that easily. He tickled her again, then switched his position slightly to pin her under him. It was easier to control her squirming that way. As he moved, he pulled her leg up over his hip. The action of his fingers against her ribcage made her wiggle and buck, rubbing her crotch right against his straining erection.
Hissing, he sucked in a breath between his teeth. Dear Lady, he was hard. Even playing a child’s game, there was no denying he was hot for her. Hell, she could’ve been dressed in a garbage reclamation sack and he would’ve still found her stunning. There was just something about her that called to him, got under his skin and made him as hard as a rock.
Her laughter and squeals of protest increased in both volume and intensity. She hadn’t been kidding about a person being tickled not being able to control themselves. Her face flushed and her eyes darkened as she appeared to become aware of his reaction to her.
“Can’t breathe…please!”
Pausing, he spread his fingers wide over her ribs holding her in place. There were much better things he’d like to hear her beg for, so he decided to give her a reprieve…and began a new sort of assault. His digits grazed the underside of her breasts. He figured it was now her turn to suck in a breath. Hunger for her hammered at Roz as she gazed up at him all wide-eyed and utterly intoxicating.
“Care to rephrase? I’m pretty sure you did say… anything. Don’t try to get out of it now.”
There she is! Roz watched in fascination as she switched from trying to evade and escape to engage and entice. Similar to the thrill of chasing down something wild, some rare creature…then suddenly, have it turn to face the very thing hunting it. He wondered who was hunting whom at the moment.
His little firebird stood her ground…or rather stopped squirming to get away from him. Instead, she tightened her leg around his hip and ground herself against him. “ Anything— is reserved for men that don’t talk about taking more wives.”
He arched an eyebrow, enjoying the verbal sparring just as much as the sensual touching. He never knew where he stood with her, when she would melt in his arms, or react differently. It was like holding a tiger by the tail…so utterly addictive.
“Well…I have a short attention span. As long as you keep me occupied, why would I need another wife?”
Something flashed in the depths of her green eyes. Anger? Passion? He really pushed her buttons.
“Short attention span? So now, I have to keep you occupied in order to stop you from taking another wife?”
The glare she aimed at Roz had him wondering if he’d gone too far in his teasing, until she snaked her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. The first brush of her full lips against his own sent his heart rate soaring into the danger zone.
“Buddy boy, when I’m finished with you, you won’t have the energy to move, let alone even think about taking another wife. Besides…” she arched up, pressing her firm breasts against his chest as she nibbled on his lips “…I’ve already told you… I. Will. Not. Share. You.” Each word was emphasized with a kiss, lick or nibble. “Ever.”
She bit his lip hard enough to sting, but before he could pull back, her mouth opened beneath his. The kiss she gave him scorched in its intensity and threatened to consume him. Their tongues danced a mad tango together—sliding, advancing and retreating. A quick flick here, a stabbing thrust there.
He groaned and took over before she could drive him over the edge. Crushing her soft mouth against his, his continued to slide his tongue along hers. The roll of his hips against her feminine core had the desired effect he wanted, and she immediately stopped her teasing. He was male, a warrior…there was only so much he could take.
“Promise.” His demand was a harsh one, whispered against her lips as he divested her of her clothing. It didn’t take long—she didn’t wear much in their quarters. In mere seconds, she was spread naked beneath him, and he lost all power of logical thought.
“I promise, Angel.” Her voice was breathless and so damned sexy. Her hands skimmed along the muscles of his chest and abdomen, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She reached between them and caressed his throbbing cock through the fabric of his combat pants. He pressed into her hand, loving the way she touched him. “Get them off now…I want to touch you,” she demanded, stroking harder.
He couldn’t get the pants off quick enough. Rolling to his back, he pushed it down his hips and kicked it off. He never wore underwear, a fact he’d never been happier about as he dragged his wife on top of him, with a chuckle of delight and desire.