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never told me
you were part Gumby, honey.”
    She trailed her
mouth to the base of his throat. “Yoga is very helpful for stress levels when
you’re on the run from slave traders.”
    “Is that so?” He
teethed her earlobe.
    “Uhhhh…” She
gasped and wriggled. “Uh-huh.”
    “Jungle yoga.”
He grinned against her nape. “That sounds real nice. Were you…naked?”
    She lightly
kicked his ass through his pants. “No! You ever been bitten by a baseball-sized
bug, Sergeant?”
    “A number of
times.” With no more warning than that, he moved his grip into the bottom of
her shirt, shoving it up then off. “No bugs in here,” he drawled, drinking in
the sight of her perfect, erect breasts. She colored a little beneath his study
but that didn’t stop him from dipping his head to one of the perfect mounds, dragging
her spicy nipple between his teeth. Goddamn, she tasted amazing. He took in more
of her warm, delicious flesh as Rayna arched into him, tangling her hands in
his hair again.
    “But plenty of—oh,
mmmm—bites.” She finished it with a longer mewl as he slid his mouth to her
other breast, tugging at the nub with similar demand. He joined his hiss to
hers as she dug her nails into his nape and along his shoulders. Her eagerness
was a goddamn stream of liquid fire on his body. To know she desired him like
this, to feel it in her frantic touch, to see it making erotic shadows in her
eyes, made his dick pulse just as if she were licking every inch of it with the
tongue she snuck out to wet her lips.
    “Damn bugs.” He
slid a smile as he made short work of his belt buckle and fly. “They make
people swell up…everywhere.”
    As he finally
gave his erection its freedom, the breath audibly caught in her throat. Liquid
flame dump number two, only this time, the hard-on fly boys aimed straight for
his cock. He joined her in the not-breathing-and-liking-it department as she
stared at the tattoo running just beneath his belt line. Her gaze hypnotized
him as it ran over the twin barbed wire swirls that flowed just beneath his
belt line, accented with eight dark blue drops. There were four on each side of
the middle break, which was now dominated by his swollen length. As he stroked
it from base to head with a grateful grunt, she let out a gasp.
    “Zeke.” Her jaw
fell, clamped shut, dropped open again. “You—you’re—”
    A strange
sensation invaded his face. Hot. Tingling. Completely uncomfortable. Holy fuck,
he was not blushing. Christ, Hayes. Like you’ve never gotten this
reaction before?
    Yeah, yeah, the
response wasn’t new. He just had no idea what to do with this version of it, a
woman who didn’t cap her surprise with greedy eyes and a come-fuck-me smile.
Rayna’s astonishment was genuine. Blush-inducing.
    “I’m a big guy,
Ray-bird.”
    “You’re
beautiful.” She traced a finger along one of the tattoos. “All of you.”
    Her praise and
her touch were a potent elixir. He spasmed, and the sweet heat of his pre-cum
emerged. He watched, fascinated, as Rayna moved her finger to the weeping tip
of his penis and caught those drops. After she raised them to her tongue, she smiled
like a kid who’d just discovered a new candy.
    “You taste beautiful,
too.”
    He cleared his
parched throat. For what he had to say next, he needed every vocal cord that
would cooperate with him.
    “Touch me again,”
he ordered. “Every inch of me this time, honey.” When her lips parted a little
in hesitation, Z guided her hand to his pulsing shaft. He’d promised no
spanking or illicit toys. He’d said nothing about a little directed seduction—which
scored a direct hit for eliciting its intended response, judging from how her
nipples puckered and her inner thighs quivered.
    She lifted her
gaze as she stroked him with curious care. As amazing as her caresses felt, her
stare affected him more. She watched him. Really watched. She clearly cared about
the pleasure she brought him and was moved by it. No