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panel, so close he could feel her warmth, so close her luscious lips were only a few centimeters away. He looked down into her eyes, saw her pupils dilate, her nostrils flare as she inhaled his scent. He planted his hands on the smooth panel beside her shoulders.
    “You want me,” he murmured. “If you find the serpent first, you can have me—with no tethers attached. But if I find it first…you’re mine. For as long as I want. Exclusively.”
    Her lips parted—as close as his siren ever got to her mouth hanging open, he supposed. She blinked. Then she looked him up and down, those luscious lips curving in a smug little smile.
    “You’re on,” she repeated.
    “Good. And one more thing.” His blood thundered in his veins. “No other males during the search, either.”
    She shook her head pityingly, belying the fire in her gaze. “Since it will take me only a few hours to find the beast, that won’t be a problem.”
    “It’d better not be,” he warned. Why not tease both of them and raise the stakes? He lifted one hand and stroked it down her throat, finding the tiny tab on the fastener of her top and pulling it down very slowly, so that her jacket parted, revealing her deep cleavage and the tiny cami she wore beneath it. “Because if you do…”
    She stood very still, watching him as he parted her jacket with the backs of his fingers, only the slight hitch in her breath revealing she was not as serene as her expression indicated. The semi-sheer fabric was nevertheless snug and strong. Under his gaze, her nipples peaked, thrusting at the fabric, and her breasts lifted on a deep breath.
    He stroked his fingertips down over satin skin and slick fabric, filling his hands with her breasts and squeezing gently. The soft, warm globes fit perfectly in his hands. He wanted to rip the cami from her so that there was no barrier between them, but this was not about his want, his need. This was about pleasing her, coaxing her to come to him for good. She was a deeply sensual creature, and she wouldn’t respond to clumsy grabbing.
    She tipped her head back against the wall, eyes drooping, arching her back to push herself into his hands.
    “If I do, what?” she asked huskily.
    He pinched her nipples, a firm pressure on each, and then rubbed them between his thumb and forefinger. Oh, she liked that very much. One of her arms lifted, curling back against the panel behind her, and she caught her full bottom lip in her teeth.
    “If you do…” he drawled, slipping his finger down into the snug waist band of her stretchy tights. “There’ll be seven hells to pay.”
    She put her other hand on his chest. Heat rushed over him, and he wanted to rip off his own uniform as well as hers so that she could touch him too. Instead, he gathered both of her hands in one of his and pulled them over her head, holding them against the bulkhead.
    She didn’t resist, merely looked as if she were considering whether she liked this new development and deciding that she did. Which was good, because if she got her hands on him, he’d never hold out long enough to please her.
    The tights slipped down easily once he found the fastening. She wore tiny panties underneath. They cradled her mons in sheer fabric, but slid aside with ease as he hooked his fingers carefully under the side. She was all silky skin and sleek heat as he turned his hand, slipping his fingers into the tender folds of her labia. Fighting for control, he stroked just deep enough to draw her wetness up into the downy curls on her mons, and find the tender knot of flesh hiding there.
    She watched him, her eyes glittering as he stroked her clitoris with his fingertip.
    “Is this how you intend to punish me?” she asked. “For straying?”
    “No,” he admitted hoarsely, watching her carefully as he stroked harder, faster. “This is how I intend to convince you not to.”
    He clenched his jaw harder on the waves of arousal that threatened to swamp him. The flesh under his