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approve.” He lowered his head to press his mouth to a spot just behind her ear. Lucie’s cat purred in pleasure. Who knew a mere kiss could be so erotic? “In fact, I’d be happy to demonstrate just how much I approve.”
    “It’s fairly obvious,” she said, pointedly glancing toward his cock that was fully erect. Her mouth watered at the thought of wrapping her lips around that broad head and sucking him deep.
    She rarely performed oral sex on men. It seemed too…intimate.
    But she desperately wanted a taste of this male.
    “I suppose it is,” he agreed in a husky voice, nipping her earlobe. “Christ, I feel like I’ve waited for this moment for my entire life.”
    Her breath tangled in her throat at his words, a bittersweet ache clenching her heart. She wanted to believe him. But while she’d dreamed of this male night after night, she wasn’t stupid enough to think that he’d ever given her a second thought.
    “You don’t have to say that,” she muttered.
    “Say what?”
    “That I’m special,” she said. “I know there’s been a lot of females.”
    He heaved a sigh as he reached down to slip off her shoes, then with obvious expertise he easily rid her of her jeans and tee.
    “Why does everyone assume I’m some sort of player?” he groused, kneeling beside her to run a scorching gaze over her body, now covered in nothing more than a pair of lace panties.
    Lucie quivered beneath the hungry gaze. “Because you are?”
    “I’ve had a few relationships that I’ll always cherish, but none of them made me feel as if I was going to lose my mind if I couldn’t kiss them.”
    Leaning forward, he planted his hands on the mattress as he moved to settle on top of her. She sighed at the sensation of his weight deliciously sinking her into the mattress. Instinctively, she allowed her legs to widen so he could settle between them.
    Lowering his head, the raven hair brushed against the puckered tips of her nipples.
    “Rage,” she choked out.
    His tongue flicked over her nipple, the rough stroke wrenching a moan from her throat.
    “It’s your turn, Lucie.”
    She scored her nails down the smooth skin of his back. How was she supposed to think when his touch was sending streaks of white-hot pleasure through her?
    “My turn for what?” she at last ground out.
    He continued to tease her nipple, his cock pressing with flawless precision against her pussy. Oh…yes. It felt good. But she wanted that thick length sinking into her aching body.
    “To tell me that I’m not just another male,” he said, stroking a line of kisses between her breasts. “That this is different for you.”
    How could he doubt it? She’d never melted from a mere kiss. Or groaned with impatience during foreplay.
    And certainly she’d never considered the possibility of handcuffing a male to her bed so he couldn’t escape.
    Of course, it seemed better not to share that particular sentiment.
    “Your ego is big enough,” she informed him.
    Rage abruptly lifted his head, gazing down at her with a smoldering intensity. “You think this is about my ego?”
    Her lips parted to give a flippant retort, only to have the words falter beneath the hint of vulnerability in his violet eyes.
    Her answer mattered. She wasn’t sure why, but she wasn’t going to deliberately ruin this fragile moment.
    “I don’t know,” she confessed with blunt honesty. “If you know my past then you have to realize that I don’t have much experience with relationships. I don’t understand the rules to the game.”
    With a low groan, Rage surged upward to claim her lips in an openmouthed kiss that was hard with unrestrained hunger. She could taste the musk of his cat. Feel the heat of his need blazing through her like wildfire.
    Any lingering hesitation was seared away.
    “This is no game to me,” he whispered against her lips. “Not this time.”
    Her hips arched upward in blatant invitation. “Why is it different?”
    “Because my cat has never