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  “Only at first,” Rast assured her. “I caught on pretty quickly to what was happening.”

  “You certainly did.” Nadiah felt her cheeks get hot as she remembered the passionate, possessive way he had kissed her back.

  Rast was obviously remembering as well. “I was thinking I’d never wanted a woman so much in my life,” he said softly. “It’s a good thing we got interrupted when we did or—”

  “Or what?” Nadiah prompted him.

  He shook his head. “Let’s just say I wanted to do a hell of a lot more than kiss you.”

  Nadiah’s heart was pounding and her face felt like it was on fire but she didn’t want him to stop taking—she wanted to hear more. “Tell me,” she urged. “Tell me what you wanted to do. What you would do if we were…were making love.”

  Rast arched an eyebrow at her. “Want to stop pretending then? Because you know I was talking about you earlier, don’t you? When I was describing the way I like to make love.”

  Biting her lip, Nadiah nodded. “Yes, I…I thought as much. But I still want to hear more.”

  “I’ll tell you then.” Rast put an arm around her and pulled her closer. His warm, masculine scent seemed to fill Nadiah’s senses and the heat of his big body was comforting and exciting at the same time. He took her hand once more with his free hand and looked into her eyes. “Where was I?” he murmured.

  “You were saying that you wanted to lay her—me—down and…and touch me all over,” Nadiah breathed. “I…I think, anyway.”

  “That sounds about right.” One corner of Rast’s mouth curved up in a sensuous smile. “I’d want to kiss you for a long, long time, sweetheart. Then, when I was sure you were comfortable, I’d touch you—the parts I hadn’t touched before.”

  Nadiah’s breath caught in her throat. “My breasts you mean. And my…my pussy.”

  Rast shifted on the couch. “God, you don’t know what it does to me to hear that naughty little word from your sweet pink lips.”

  “Does it…” Nadiah tried to think how to put it. “Does it make you hot? Aroused?”

  “You’re damn right, it does,” Rast growled. “Everything about you makes me hot.”

  “I…I feel the same way about you.” Nadiah dared to reach up and stroke his cheek. It felt rough and warm against her hand.

  He caught her hand and laid a hot, gentle kiss in the center of her palm. “Then do you want to hear more?’

  Wordlessly, Nadiah nodded.

  “I’d want to stroke your breasts, maybe tease your nipples a little.” Rast’s eyes were half-lidded with lust.

  “Tease them? How?” she whispered.

  “Lick them.” His eyes strayed down to the cleavage displayed at the v-shaped opening of the white dress shirt. “Suck them. I’d take my time about that.”

  “Y-you would?” She felt suddenly self conscious, aware of her breasts in a way she hadn’t been before. Her nipples felt tight and achy and when she shifted, the thin white material of his shirt rubbed against them in a way that was both irritating and pleasurable at the same time.

  He nodded. “Oh yeah, I definitely would. I’d suck them until they were tight and dark pink and very…very sensitive. I might even nip them, very gently, like this.” Raising her hand to his, he nipped lightly at the end of her index finger to illustrate.

  Nadiah had to swallow a moan and shifted, trying to get comfortable, but for some reason she couldn’t. Her skin felt too tight and her breath was coming too short. Still, she wanted more. “Go on,” she managed to say. “What…what would you do next?”

  He kissed her fingertip—the one he’d nipped—and smiled. “Well, when I was sure you were ready, I’d slip my hand down and cup your sweet little pussy.”

  Nadiah pressed her thighs tightly together, feeling a surge of heat that nearly made her gasp. No one had ever spoken like this to her before. And the way Rast was looking at her—like he wants to eat me up!—was making her feel incredibly warm and flushed.

  “What…what next?” she asked. She could almost feel his large, hot hand cupping her there, holding that most sensitive and secret part of her as though it was a delicate treasure he didn’t want to injure.

  “I’d cup you…and then I’d spread you.” Rast’s voice was a low, lustful growl. “Spread you open so I could slip my fingers deep inside your pussy and feel exactly how wet you were.”

  “W-wet?” she murmured.

  He raised an eyebrow at her. “You know what I’m talking about. Your pussy gets wet when you’re turned on—when you’re aroused. I’m sure it does when you touch yourself at night, right?”

  Nadiah looked down at her lap. “I’ve never…that’s forbidden.”

  He frowned. “Forbidden by who? It’s your body, Nadiah. You have the right to give yourself pleasure.”

  She shook her head. “I…I guess I never thought of it that way. On Tranq Prime we’re taught to believe our bodies belong to our mates. It would be like…using someone else’s property for an illicit purpose.”

  “Sounds to me like Tranq Prime could use a good does of women’s lib,” Rast muttered.

  “What?’

  He shook his head. “Never mind. Just…don’t be afraid or ashamed to touch yourself, all right? There’s nothing wrong with it—nothing to feel guilty or ashamed about.”

  Since she’d been taught differently her whole life, Nadiah had a hard time wrapping her head around that idea. She filed it away to think about later. “I’d rather hear about how you want to touch me,” she murmured, feeling bold. “I mean, if you don’t mind.”

  “Of course not. Sorry we keep getting off track.” He shifted toward her, his voice dropping into a lower, softer register. “Where did I leave off?”

  “You…you were touching me here.” Nadiah nodded at her tightly clenched thighs. “Between my legs. You were touching my…my pussy.”

  “That’s right.” He shifted again. “God, I can almost feel how wet and slick and soft you’d be. So hot and ready to be touched. To be tasted…”

  Nadiah felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest. “You…you said something about that earlier. Do you…would you really want to…”

  “Taste your pussy?” Rast finished for her. “Absolutely, sweet heart. And I’d want to take my time about it too. First I’d pull you down to the end of the bed so your legs were hanging over. Then I’d get on my knees on the floor in front of you, so I could get right between your thighs.”

  Nadiah bit her lip. “You seem to have it all thought out.”

  He raised an eyebrow at her. “If you’re asking if I’ve fantasized about this—about tasting you—the answer is hell, yes. And the position I’m describing would be the best because it’s comfortable for both of us. So you can watch and I can spend a long, long time eating your pussy.”

  The area between her thighs that he was talking about—her pussy—was throbbing in time with her heartbeat by now. Nadiah squeezed her thighs together even more tightly, though what she really wanted to do was part her legs and let him in. “Do you…would you have a special technique for…for tasting me?”

  He nodded. “I certainly would. I’d want to rub my cheeks against you first, to feel your warmth, soak up your scent. Nothing smells better than an aroused female—I’d want your scent all over me. And I’d want to put mine on you, too…but later.”

  It sounded like something a Kindred would say, Nadiah thought distractedly. She knew that scents were very important to them—maybe humans were the same way? She didn’t know and didn’t care, she just wanted him to go on. “And then?” she prompted.

  “Then I’d kiss you—kiss the outside of your pussy. Slowly and gently, the same way I’d kiss your mouth.” Rast ran a thumb over her bottom lip again, making her moan softly. “I’d go as slow as you wanted me to, I swear it, sweetheart. I’d take time and make sure you were ready before I spread open you open and tasted the inside of your pussy.”

  “How…how would you know I was r