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Everything in her screamed to lay him down, straddle his thighs and quench the unbearable thirst causing a drought through her body.
    â€œWhat’s happening to me?” she asked, although she already had a pretty good idea. She might be untouched, but she knew the lore. Knew how intense dragon matings could be.
    At her question, he stiffened, his demeanor shifting, as if she’d dumped a bucket of ice water on him. “I should go,” he murmured.
    She smiled. “But you live here.”
    â€œWe have preparations to make for tonight.” When he tried to edge around her, Sparrow stopped him.
    â€œKestrel.”
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    She stated his name like a reproach, and yet to hear it on her lips sent a comforting but tension-filled shiver through him. It took a moment for Kestrel to notice her hands were still grasping him, sliding back and forth in a sensual, exploring glide. Took him a moment to realize she no longer tended his wounds. Her hands were on him of their own will.
    Clenching his jaw, he dared a glance at her and the sight made his mouth go dry. For the first time she kept and held direct eye contact with him. Emanated the strength and confidence he’d always known she possessed.
    Kestrel swallowed. Hard.
    The line he’d so carefully drawn in the sand to separate them wavered and blurred as lust and admiration swelled. He forced the tides back. Knowing she could read him, sense his every thought. However, the more time he spent with her, the harder it became to temper his emotions.
    â€œWhat?” he finally asked.
    â€œPlease don’t go. Stay with me tonight instead.”
    Her plea nearly undid him. His anger caught and flared. Reaching out, he fisted her upper arms, holding her tight, but not hard. “Doc, you don’t know what you’re asking of me,” he grated. “You come in here looking, smelling and acting like that and expect me to ease you into lovemaking?” Kestrel looked her up and down—her flushed face, wide big eyes and pouting lips—and felt the animal in him scream to claim her. “Innocent or no, you have to know how violent and aggressive dragon mating can be?” he said in warning.
    Gods help him, she smiled.

Chapter Seven
    â€œThen let me lead,” she replied, unsure if she channeled his emotions, tapped into her own or a combination of the two. Never had she acted so brazen, felt such pumping need before. She held her breath and waited for what he might say.
    No words came.
    Instead, his mouth came down, hot and heavy and hungry, on hers.
    Sparrow sighed as Kestrel’s hot tongue slid between her lips. The tips of her nipples puckered, tightening to sensitive peaks. Every ounce of blood in her body heated and warmed, gushing through her veins in a blistering stream straight to her core. The ache between her legs intensified until it almost had her whimpering aloud.
    Rising on tiptoe, she brought her hands to his face. The urgency of his kiss, his touch pulsed through her. Her heart quickened, fluttering like wings in her rib cage, mirroring the need in her desire to break free.
    Hands palmed her ass, ripping a startled gasp from her lips. One slid to her leg, the width of his palm eating up her thigh as he hitched her knee to his hip. The fabric of her skirt peeled back, revealing more skin for him to peruse. However, he simply tugged her up, clasping her tight in his arms.
    Sensitive and heavy, her breasts crushed against his hard chest, her legs wound around his waist. His thick shaft stood like a wall between them. Sliding her tongue against his, she ground herself against it.
    Kestrel moaned in her mouth. Then he spun her, dropping her on her back atop his bed and collapsing above her. Propping himself up on an elbow, his long hair tumbling against her fevered skin, he smiled down at her with a sexy grin that melted her heart. Slowly his fingertips traced the line of her nose, around her eyes, her lips and neck before