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and that explained the searing need.
    It was a lie. She knew she lied.
    She could break her sex-fast with a thousand other men but was fairly certain they couldn’t take her up as fast as Taine.
    Internal bells clanged, warning about the danger of being engulfed in Taine’s flame.
    Saffron ignored them. She wouldn’t be a firefighter if she was afraid of fire.
    She met the thrusts of his tongue with thrusts of hers, continued the rub of her breasts against his chest, her mound against his erection.
    At the base of her spine, his hand burned through her thin tank top, sending more heat into her pussy. The wild pounding of her heart warned that he could be a dangerous lover.
    Bring it , she thought, pulse fluttering in anticipation. She couldn’t remember needing a man so desperately.
    His mouth left hers and she moaned a protest. His voice held a wealth of promise when he asked, “My place or yours?”

Chapter 4
    His place was closer, a two story townhouse on the beach with the other unit belonging to Kellen. Taine opened the door, pulled his mate into his lair and penned her against the wall in darkness broken by faint moonlight.
    The scent of the ocean clung to their skin and clothing. But it didn’t mask the heady pheromones proclaiming that Saffron was the right female for him. It didn’t hide the fact that she was wet and willing, swollen and needy, ready to be claimed.
    He nuzzled her neck, satisfaction surging through him at her moan, at the arch of her back and the way her arms went around him, holding him to her even as she said, “I need to rinse off.”
    “That too,” he said, kissing his way to her breast.
    She might as well have foregone the tank top and bra for what little it hid. He rid her of the wet clinging material, latched onto a hardened nipple and sucked.
    Hunger roared through him, further engorging his cock. One slip-up and he’d be bound to her.
    He swirled his tongue over her nipple, felt the tug of her hands in his hair all the way down to his cock, and kept sucking.
    He’d always been of the opinion that if not for breasts, the ancient dragons might never have learned to compress their magic and reshape themselves into something human. Human bodies were so small, so much less powerful than their native forms. But the pleasure compensated.
    Taine shuddered with that pleasure as Saffron’s hands swept down his neck and clawed his shoulders.
    The spurs contained in hidden sheaths at his wrists nearly emerged. His cock pulsed, warning that if he wasn’t very careful, the spur below the head would emerge when he was deep within his mate so that in the moment of orgasm, she’d be open to the bond.
    He kissed his way to her other nipple. Licked her hardened flesh and smiled.
    Mate with a touch of salt was a tasty treat.
    His circled her nipple with his tongue. Nearly purred at the way she rubbed her pussy against his cock.
    “Tease,” she said, pressing her nipple against his lips.
    “Task master.” But it wasn’t a complaint.
    He sucked the nipple. Laved it, her scent deepening, becoming more compelling, threatening to force playfulness and patience aside with the desire to bond.
    He couldn’t allow that to happen. If she’d been a distraction before, a source of frustration that had caused him to torch three expensive sports cars and a table full of cheap charms…
    He needed to keep this casual, fun and nonthreatening—at least until he determined if Saffron believed in love at first sight.
    He cupped and molded her breasts, told himself that he had the situation with his mate under control.
    “Taine,” she said, husky-voiced, the sound of his name a siren call that brought his mouth to hers.
    She was priceless treasure and endless fascination. He moaned at the feel of her lips against his, chafed at the material preventing the press of her bared breasts to his skin.
    Breaking from the kiss, he stripped out of the Got Fire? T-shirt. Reclaimed her mouth, his tongue twining with