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itself against the front of his jeans. It took two tries before he could get a word out past his constricted throat. “Fianna, you don’t have to do that.”
    She laid both hands on his shoulders and gazed up at him, her eyes darkened to the color of a windswept sea. “I want to. If this is the only way I can have you, I don’t want to miss out on it.”
    “Oh, princess, this won’t be the end of anything. Just the beginning.” He knew a turning point when he came to one. Forget his qualms about dating an employee, about her being in his custody and under his protection. If they took this step, he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep from continuing their relationship until they were both tired of one another. Once they were out of there, once she was past the peak of her cycle, he fully intended to keep her in his bed until neither of them could walk.
    He stood to kiss her, finally letting the reins off his desire. His arms around her waist crushed her against his chest as he plundered her mouth. She was so slender and delicate he was wary of hurting her, but she gripped his shoulders with a willowy strength that let him know she could hold her own. Her tongue tangled with his and she rubbed her breasts against his chest. Driven by the full moon and his alpha nature to exert his dominance, he thrust his tongue all the way into her mouth, back and forth in a raw imitation of what he’d rather be doing.
    Fee moaned and sucked on his tongue.
    Greg damn near came in his pants.

Chapter Three
    Fianna couldn’t believe this was finally happening.
    Well, sort of happening at least. Greg stood to pull her into his arms. She slid her hands down Greg’s broad shoulders to his belt, hoping her nerves weren’t showing. Having never attempted anything like this, she was horribly afraid of doing something wrong.
    “That’s it, princess, just like that.” His breath was warm against her ear as she fumbled with the buckle. “Though this might be more fun if you took your shirt off.” He pulled up the hem of her T-shirt and she obediently lifted her arms. In one smooth motion, he tugged off her top, along with the lacy bra she wore beneath it. Inhaling sharply, he pulled back and studied her, a feral smile on his darkly handsome face. “Ah, Fee, you’re breathtaking.”
    “I’m too small.” Her hands flew up to cover her barely there breasts. Even for a Fae, she was a little on the flat side. Compared to humans and werewolves, she was positively deficient.
    “No.” He pulled her hands away and ran a row of kisses along her collarbone. “Don’t compare yourself to anyone else. You’re just right for you. Delicate and dainty, with silky skin and pretty pink nipples, all scrunched up, all for me.”
    Fianna looked down. Sure enough, the small nubbins had flushed a dark rose and tightened into firm beads. This was what he did to her, this and the damp ache between her thighs. As she watched, Greg bent his dark head and kissed first one and then the other. Sensation streaked through her, right to her core.
    “Oh.” Her knees wobbled and she grabbed his waist for support.
    A low rumble emerged from his throat. “Damn, woman, the things I want to do to you are illegal in most states.”
    “Really?” Humans had laws about sex? Greg’s lips latched on to her nipple and she lost all track of rational thought.
    Nothing had ever felt like this. The closest she’d ever come had been when he’d kissed her before, but now, with his lips on her bare skin, everything was intensified. His shoulder-length hair brushed against her belly as he sucked. He eased back down to a sitting position without pausing in his attentions, drawing her close between his spread legs. His erection, thicker than she’d imagined possible, pressed against her thigh. Instincts she hadn’t even known she possessed had her shifting to straddle his thigh. She lowered herself, so she could get even closer to that hardness.
    When Greg switched breasts to