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the front of him. Never had anything felt so right. When she settled finally, Chiang moaned as his hands roamed her back, marveling at her tiny size and how much he wanted inside her.
    “Must you always growl whenever you hold me?” Boca rasped, fingers squeezing his flesh that barely gave under her hands. “It destroys my concentration. And it—frightens me. There—I have admitted it.”
    “ Growl ?” Chiang repeated, surprised at her words. “I do not growl.”
    “You make a terrible sound like an animal in pain,” Boca declared fiercely.
    “I make no sound,” Chiang denied just as fiercely back. “I think I would know if I was making a sound.”
    Boca rolled her eyes as she’d often seen Gwen do, but that only served to lift her gaze to Chiang’s sincere one above her head. Did he truly not realize he growled with her?
    “You growl,” Boca stated again, peering up into his gaze. She felt the rumble in his chest as he started to laugh. “This amuses you?”
    “The fact you think I growl amuses me,” Chiang said. “Is this your idea of pleasant bonding talk? If so, it could use some work. This still feels like arguing to me.”
    Boca put a hand on his chest and pushed until she leaned back in his arms. “I’m sorry that I’m not as sweet and accommodating as your other females.”
    “Are you sure you know what that English word means well enough to use it in speech? I assure you ‘accommodating’ is not one I would attach to any description of you,” Chiang teased.
    “ Enough ,” Boca practically yelled, hearing herself sound exactly like Gwen had that day with her. She became more irritated when Chiang only laughed tiredly again. “You’re making me very angry, Chiang of Greggor.”
    “Raging fires of Helios, Boca. If I’m amused, it’s at myself. Your pathetic efforts to seduce me are still making me regret I took that cursed sleep aide. What a desperate male I have become to settle for a reluctant bonding partner. Perhaps we are being evenly tortured,” Chiang said on a chuckle.
    Then he felt a small hand reach up to his scalp and wrap around his largest braid before yanking his hair hard as she glared at him. It had the effect of bringing his body to immediate attention despite its drugged state.
    “Ouch,” he said, more in shock than pain. “Do you want me to defend myself from being attacked by a fierce Sumerian warrior?”
    Her hot, ravenous mouth on his wiped every humorous thought from his mind. When Boca pulled his tongue deeply into her mouth, and wrapped hers through the middle of his split, Chiang heard himself make a sound. It was unlike anything he’d ever heard before.
    His body conceded to Boca’s demands without so much as a pang of regret. He wanted her to never stop kissing him in just that manner. No female had kissed him so intimately since he’d left his own planet, and no female’s tongue had ever tamed him until now.
    Her free hand ran down the middle of his chest sending dancing fire and waves of pleasure coursing through the rest of him. Whatever her hands touched vibrated in answer. Shades of Kellnor, he wanted her hands to move lower, but he couldn’t free his tongue to say so. And he would not force her—not this time—but he had to have her soon.
    Agile for a large man, Chiang rolled and sat up with Boca wrapped around him, lifting her tiny form fully into his lap, not even conscious of having done so until they were both upright and his arms had locked her in place on him.
    Through it all, Boca never broke their searing kiss, her tongue stroking the middle of his until he was willing to do anything she asked in exchange for the pleasure her kiss promised. Something in his energy must have reached out to her because she finally broke off the contact.
    Chiang wanted to crush her to him in response and beg her to keep torturing him.
    “Cease struggling and calm your thoughts,” Boca ordered huskily, going back for more.
    One hand in his braids turned