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tense. He could tear her apart if he changed, was capable of
ripping her throat in two with his teeth. She should have been scared to death,
not ready to flip him over so she could reciprocate the oral stimulation.
    “Don’t even think about it, mate,” he murmured, studying her
while his finger glided into her sex, the pads rubbing against the clasping
walls as though searching for something. “You’ll take what I want to give you.
I know what you need. Don’t test the wolf. Not yet.”
    Test the wolf? It wasn’t in her nature to flirt with
danger. Yes, she’d come to his tattoo shop. But she hadn’t known it would lead
to this.
    Had she?
    Yes, a voice stirred to life inside of her, startling
in its intensity. You did.
    “Easy, Chloe girl.”
    He stroked her thigh with his free hand and she arched her
back, wanting to feel his hand traveling over her skin, fueling the fire
blasting through her veins. The finger lodged inside her rubbed against a spot
that caused her to whimper. Jackson growled louder, thrusting his finger into
her moist heat, hitting that tender area over and over again. Then he brought
his mouth to her sex, teasing her with licks and nips, the tip of his tongue
traveling along her lips.
    Vibrations started in her belly, raging through her torso
and limbs, making it impossible to remain still. The hand at her thigh moved.
Jackson splayed his fingers over her stomach, keeping her in place as he laved
her pussy. The sharp edge of his teeth scraped the vulnerable tissue, creating
an oddly pleasurable pain. When he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked
her body became pure light, shattering into a million tiny pieces. She thrashed
on the bed, releasing the covers and burying her fingers in his hair. The
flicks of his tongue eased but he didn’t relent, extending her orgasm, taking
her higher.
    It shouldn’t have been possible but the mind-blowing feeling
repeated itself. Another climax took the place of the first, the sensations
stronger this time. She screwed her eyes shut, crying out, grasping his hair
and holding on to him like an anchor. Wave upon wave of bliss caressed her, hot
and electric, rushing through her like exploding sparks of fire.
    The dizzying storm slowly faded, leaving her panting and
spent. Jackson pressed one final kiss to her pussy. He left a trail of kisses
along the delicate bones of her pelvis, skimming his lips over her stomach, his
tongue darting out to tease her navel. She sighed, pulling him closer, basking
in the feel of his warm skin and the careful way he pulled his finger from her
still-clenching depths.
    “Did that take the edge off?” He nuzzled her breast, the
bristle on his chin skimming over her pointed nipple.
    Did it ever. “Mmm hmm.”
    His mouth hovered over her areola, his breath hot against
the pebbled disk. “Then you’re right where I want you.”
    He thrust his hips, burying his crotch into the vee of her
thighs as he sucked her nipple. She nearly came apart when she felt the hard
ridge of his cock through the denim. She’d touched the thick, elongated length
in her dreams. She’d even put the broad, mushroomed head into her mouth and
sucked it like a lollipop. But in person he felt bigger, hotter and more
dangerous.
    Satiation ebbed, taken over by another flare of heat. The
ache inside her returned, an emptiness that craved more. She frowned, freezing
beneath the large man above her, trying not to focus on the delicious motions
of his tongue and the fiery wetness of his mouth. She’d just come three times,
taken to a heavenly place that sent her soaring.
    Wanting more— needing more —didn’t make sense.
    Jackson released her breast, lifted his head and met her
gaze. Her confusion vanished, a foreign instinct slamming into place. His
nostrils flared, bright amber-hued eyes intense. His fingers caressed her side,
winding along her breast. He cupped her face in his palm.
    “Do you want me?”
    “Yes,” she whispered, unable to look