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establishment like this one. Although Boggle provided the means to gain some, it meant he’d been watching earlier…and she’d taken a shower.
    He wouldn’t. Would he? Better for his health if she didn’t ask.
    “Whatcha got there?” Rygard returned, his fingertips tickling along her side.
    Deactivating the comp, she waved the jamming unit. “Present from a new friend. He knows I like my privacy.”
    Giving a low whistle, he took the jamming unit from her, turning the sophisticated device over for inspection before handing it back. “Sweet piece of tech.”
    She looked upward and said to the ceiling, “Thanks.”
    Then she activated the jammer.
    Walking into the bedroom, she placed it on the nightstand and turned to face Rygard. He’d followed her, up close and extremely personal.
    He brushed her cheek with his knuckles, his voice gruff as he spoke, “Now where were we?”
    “Somewhere,” she whispered against his lips when he leaned in close, “over there.”
    She felt his smile against hers more than saw it. “Okay. Why don’t we go back over there, then?”
    But he didn’t turn. In a smooth move, he bent and wrapped his arms around her thighs, hoisting her effortlessly. She let out a yelp, clutching at those broad shoulders, struggling to keep her claws retracted. He caught her mouth again in a long, fantastic kiss, tasting of scotch and toffee. And he kept kissing her, as if he could stand there forever.
    She came up for air, focusing enough to gasp. “I’m…I’m too heavy for you to keep holding me like this.”
    And she was. After the change to her genetic code, she tended toward more lean muscle mass than normal human females. She had to be close to twenty pounds heavier than another girl of the same size.
    He only chuckled again, the sound rich with sensuality. He turned and tossed her onto the bed as if she weighed nothing.
    New experience, and incredibly hot.
    She rose up on her knees to meet him as he stepped to the side of the bed. When he kissed her, burying one hand in her hair, she drank from him. His other hand ran the length of her torso and back, leaving a trail of fire along her side until she desperately wanted the feel of his touch on her skin. She barely noticed when he unsealed the seam to her uniform.
    He cupped one breast, uttering a sound of appreciation at the sight of the ruby-red silk while he pulled the fabric aside. She called out as the moist heat of his mouth closed over her nipple, as excited by the sight of his mouth on her as the feel. He sucked and it was as if he scorched a line from her nipple to the wetness between her thighs, tugging her closer and closer to something just out of reach.
    She wove her fingers in his hair, encouraging him as best she could. She nibbled at his ear and kissed the strong cords of his neck. When his teeth grazed her, she jerked, setting her own teeth into his flesh.
    Not enough to break skin, but he gasped. “Don’t stop.”
    She didn’t. She licked the spot and then set her teeth into his shoulder, feeling every muscle in his chest flex against her in response. His hands grasped her upper arms then, shoving her hard enough to put her on her back, but not enough to scare her. He buried his face between her breasts, licking and sucking until she squirmed under the delicious weight of him between her legs.
    He kissed his way down her belly, and panic returned. Her head cleared as his hands grasped her bare ass and she reached down to clasp either side of his head before he passed below her waist.
    “What?” When he looked up, it was with gentle concern, rather than the impatience or irritation she expected.
    Gritting her teeth, she forced the words. “I…I have scars.”
    Four parallel marks ran across a black panther tattoo on her left hip. It had been her futile attempt to slow the virus from traveling through her bloodstream, remapping her genetic code from human to a blend of human and feline. Because she’d inflicted them to