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hell she was doing even if he’d been paying attention. Still, it came as a shock when she was rising to her feet and studying him with a quizzical expression.
    “That should do it,” she told him.
    He nodded, his gaze lowering to her lips as he remembered her sweet taste of primrose.
    “Now what?”
    “I’m running the trace. It’s going to take a while,” she said with a shrug. “If you want to go back to the safe house, I’ll call you when I find something.”
    He stepped forward, his hand lifting to lightly circle her neck with his fingers. “Are you kicking me out?” he murmured, his thumb resting against her fluttering pulse.
    She instinctively tilted back her head, offering him greater access to her throat. “This could take hours,” she cautioned.
    His cat rumbled in anticipation. “Good.”
    She shivered, her eyes molten gold in the bright overhead lights. “Good?”
    “We have some time to get better acquainted,” he informed her.
    Before she could react, he bent down to scoop her off her feet, heading back to the main house.
    He didn’t know exactly where he was going, but he was sure there had to be a bedroom somewhere. He wasn’t going to stop until he found it.
     
    * * * *
     
    Lucie told herself she should protest. She hated when men thought they could grab her as if they owned her. And she certainly never allowed them to haul her around like she was some helpless doll.
    But gazing up at Rage’s achingly familiar face, she knew she didn’t want to protest. Not when her entire body was shuddering with an eager need she couldn’t disguise.
     The fantasy of this male had tantalized, teased, and tormented her for years.
    Could she truly live with herself if she didn’t discover if he could actually fulfill her dreams?
    Shutting out the tiny voice that warned she wasn’t thinking clearly, she made no move to escape when he entered her private rooms and headed directly for the bed that was arranged next to the bank of windows that overlooked the inner courtyard.
    She loved New Orleans, but there were times when she felt trapped by the press of buildings and narrow streets. She liked to be able to open her windows and allow the sunshine to spread over her naked body.
    Bending down, Rage gently settled her in the middle of the mattress, staring down at her with eyes that glowed with the heat of his cat.
    “I thought you said you wanted to become better acquainted?” she teased.
    He stilled, his jaw clenching as he visibly struggled to contain his primitive instincts. His beast was clearly anxious to do more than exchange chitchat.
    The knowledge sent a shiver down her spine. Her own cat was equally eager.
    Unlike humans, Pantera didn’t always equate sex with some rigid morality. Sometimes it was about warmth, and companionship, and pleasure.
    And sometimes it was about being with the one male who stirred her on a soul-deep level.
    “Do you want to go back to the parlor?” he asked. “Or if you want, we can go out for a drink.”
    She lifted herself on her elbows. “What do you want?”
    “You.” His voice was low and rough, his heat brushing over her like a physical caress. “I want you.”
     It was the perfect thing to say.
    Holding his gaze, she gave a slow nod. “Then we stay here.”
    Easily reading the invitation in her voice, Rage kicked off his boots and yanked his Tulane sweatshirt over his head. Then, unzipping his jeans, he shoved them down to reveal his hard, bronzed body in its full glory.
    And it was glorious.
    Her mouth went dry as she studied the hard, sculpted muscles that flowed with a fascinating ease. His chest was broad and tapered to a slender waist, with a puma tattoo just below his collarbone. His arms were ripped without unnecessary bulk, and his legs were long and lightly dusted with dark hair.
    A perfect male specimen.
    Yum.
    “A good choice.” A slow, wicked smile curved his lips as he moved to crawl onto the mattress.
    “You approve?”
    “Oh, I