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hers, raking her with that concealed weapon.
"I've a big cruiser and a pilot. Let me take you there."
    "You'd do that?" She turned her head
just enough to let him continue nuzzling her face with his own. Oh,
he was going for the side of her throat. She had just time to feel
a frisson of danger, an inkling this was not a good
idea.
    Then he nipped her neck where it met
her shoulder. His teeth scraped her tender skin, igniting every
nerve ending, sending pleasure streaking through her. She bit back
the whimper that tried to escape her throat.
    He called her a siren, but this man was
as potent as the moon-brandy he'd been drinking, more delicious
than any pastry she'd ever tasted.
    "I'd do that for you," he promised.
"Say yes, and I'll take you with me."
    "Yes? To what?"
    "Yes to us. Yes to this. Yes to here …
and now."
    He opened his mouth, sucking until she
writhed against him, helpless against the pleasure. What would it
hurt, after all, if she let him give her this? No one would ever
have to know. She just wanted this one time with the real man, not
the chimera of her fantasies. Of course there could never be any
more between them. He was a brigand, not the kind of man on whom a
woman pinned a lifetime of dreams.
    "Yes to me kissing you like
this all over your luscious body," he went on, his breath tickling
her skin, his deep, rough voice reverberating through her. "Yes to
my hands on you and in you. Say yes, Rose."
    "Y-yes," she managed. "Oh, yes." She
might not survive, as dizzy as she was at just this, but she had to
have him.
    His shoulders rolled mightily and just
like that his long arms closed around her bare back in two
implacable bands of cerametal. He wrapped one big hand about the
back of her neck, opened his mouth on her skin and sucked, just
where she would feel it the most.
    Rose whimpered. She couldn't help it.
The fire-lit room spun crazily and she found herself underneath her
captive. His long, hard, male body pressed her into the bed while
he continued to employ all the weapons at his disposal. As he was
now free to do.
    "I—tied you up," she managed, blinking
up at him. Somehow her arms had slid up around him, capturing his
heat and strength in her embrace. He was still between her parted
legs, but now his superior weight was above her as he rubbed
himself into the soft center of her body. It was delicious, it was
maddening. She had to stop this … just as soon as she got control
of the dizzy heat spinning around inside her.
    He nibbled her ear, and one of his big
hands molded itself over her breast, caressing her through the thin
chamois leather. His hair fell across her cheek, smelling of tarma
pine and smoke.
    "I've a rather special skill set," he
said apologetically. "I've gotten loose from many a crueler captor
than you, darlin'."
    He kissed her again, so tenderly that
she could not object when the tie of her halter loosened. He lifted
up on one elbow to watch as he bared her breasts. He sucked in his
breath, his eyes flaming in the shadows. "Great God, you're
lovely."
    She knew she had pretty breasts—they
were full and round. At his words, her nipples tightened, pointing
up at him, begging for attention.
    Masterson smiled. "You like me looking
at you. Let's see how you like this."
    He caressed her, pushing up her bare
breasts into tempting mounds as he teased her with grazes of his
lips, stinging nips of his strong white teeth, his hair dragging
over her skin, tickling her. When she could bear it no more and
drove her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer, he chuckled
deep in his throat, but he gave her what she wanted, needed,
drawing one nipple into his mouth while he pinched and rolled the
other. His mouth was hot and silky, and he wasn't afraid to use it
on her, pulling so strongly her nipple was flattened between his
tongue and the roof of his mouth, the edge of his teeth raking her
as he let go.
    He enjoyed both of her breasts, turning
from one to the other, then back, as if he couldn't