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  “Forget about everything but me,” he ordered. “There’s just us. Remember yesterday when we met?”

  She nodded, happy for the distraction.

  He smiled. “You like my eyes. You’ve never seen anything like me.” His palms slid from her jawline to her cheeks. “You’re strangely attractive even with your funny little face.”

  She smiled back. “I have a funny face?”

  “Your little pointy nose.” His thumb brushed over it. “Your small mouth.” His thumb lowered to caress her bottom lip. “The tiniest ears.” His fingertips traced the shell of them as he leaned in close enough for their breaths to mingle. “Kiss me.”

  She relaxed, focused solely on Brawn and admitted that he did have amazing eyes. They were so blue and the oval shape of them was exotic. Yellow swirls were spread through some of the blue. Her trepidation faded and she closed her eyes as he inched closer, sure that she wanted it to happen.

  His lips barely brushed hers, so soft and warm it amazed her that anyone so tough could be so tender. He opened her mouth under light pressure and his tongue delved inside. It was hot, teased her own and he deepened the kiss as her hands gripped his shoulders to keep steady, needing something to cling to.

  All tenderness fled as his lips and tongue manipulated the kiss into something wild and passionate. Her eyes closed and she tilted her head to open up to him more, desperate to forget everything but Brawn.

  Kissing him was like sticking her finger in a light socket—shocking and powerful. All-consuming. No one had ever made her respond the way he did. It was extremely passionate and he put everything he had into it. Her hands lowered to roam down the front of his broad chest, sought skin and found plenty of it. A soft purr rumbled between them.

  Becca jerked away in astonishment. Brawn eased his hold on her face, dropped his hands to her sides and just smiled.

  “I make noises. Sorry. Just try to ignore them. I don’t really control it.”

  Hands cupped her face before she could turn her head away and held her still while he gazed at her deeply. Once again she was struck by the beauty of his compelling eyes. He inched his face closer. She knew he would kiss her again and welcomed it. He did wonderful things to her body, made her belly quiver and he had a real talent for distracting her with his mouth. The fact that they were locked inside a cage, held prisoner by monsters, was easy to ignore.

  There was only Brawn, his mouth heating her up and his wonderful skin under her hands. He released her face to grip her hips, turned her more to face him and shifted under her. It was impossible to miss the hard ridge that pressed against the underside of her leg when his thighs parted slightly. She knew what it was, that he was turned-on and so was she.

  She moaned and clawed at his abs, wanted to draw him even closer. It didn’t work with her sitting sideways across his lap so she reached up, gripped his shoulders and moved enough to press a foot on the cold concrete floor. She scooted a little off his lap and straddled him instead.

  Firm hands cupped her ass, jerked her tight against his lap and his trapped cock rubbed against her underwear through the layers of their clothes. Becca ached painfully, her breasts were heavy and hurt and she just wanted to release him to yank her shirt over her head and rub her nipples against his skin.

  He kneaded her ass, his fingers digging in to the soft flesh. He lifted her a little to adjust the angle of his cock to press against the seam of her pussy. Her fingernails dug into his skin as she tried to pull him even closer, the heat of him penetrated through her thin nightgown and she hated having anything between them.

  She urged him on by rocking her hips, moaned louder and her fingers slid upward into his hair and held him closer to deepen the kiss even more. He bucked his hips, used his hold on her ass to shift her and they moved together. The slow rocking against each other made his cock incredibly hard, it notched up her pleasure and it felt so good she knew she’d come. Her clit seemed to swell painfully. She wanted him to move faster, take her over the edge of ecstasy.

  Brawn suddenly twisted his head away, breathed hard and shoved his face against her throat. “We have to stop,” he growled.

  It slowly sank in what she’d done. If he wasn’t wearing sweats and she didn’t have underwear on, he’d be inside her. She knew that as well as he did. They’d dry humped as though they were horny teenagers, in the worst possible place and the timing couldn’t have been more wrong.

  She turned her head against his cheek, slid her hands out of his hair and hugged him around his neck. It was tough to try to slow her ragged breathing. Half of her wanted to ask him to keep going but the memory of the cameras along the ceiling had her silence that plea. Clinging to him helped but her body was on fire.

  He inhaled loudly and a hot, wet tongue licked her throat. “You smell so good and taste it too. I wish I could strip you bare and explore every inch with my hands, nose and tongue. I’d lick every spot that would make you moan my name.”

  “You’re not helping,” she said in a shaky tone. “I want you too.”

  “You want me to help you calm or lick you?”

  “Lick me.”

  He growled viciously, a scary sound if she had the brains to be afraid, but her libido was in charge. He reached between them instead, his hand wiggled in the tight space between his lower belly and hers, until his fingers brushed over her underwear.

  “Hold onto me,” he urged softly. “Scoot back a little.”

  She had to concentrate to follow his orders, her arms tightened around his neck and she wiggled enough to give him more room with his hand. An image of him shoving her underwear to the side, jerking down his sweats and taking her filled her mind. Of course she remembered at that point what he’d said about being larger than human guys. It didn’t matter at that moment. She’d heard other woman had hooked up with Species. Obviously sex was possible and she was beyond fear, more into the take-me-now stage.

  His deft fingers shoved the scrap of material way and he growled again at feeling how soaked with need she was for him, something that should have been embarrassing if she wasn’t beyond caring about anything but the fact that his broad fingertip located and pressed against her bare clit. Her face pressed against his chest, sucked in his masculine scent and it muffled her moan of pleasure.

  “Easy,” he rasped. “I’ve got you.” His arm tightened around her waist and kept her in place as his finger teased the bundle of nerves. “Feel me.”

  She’d have laughed if she could have. There was only him, nothing else and not only could she revel in his touch, his scent, but the way he pinned her over his lap so she couldn’t do anything but hurt to come.

  He rubbed circles over the bud, his hand turned a little and his thumb—at least she thought it was—teased the opening of her pussy. She shoved her face harder against his chest, knew she needed to keep quiet for some reason, but forgot why. The feel of his thick digit pushing inside to part her vaginal walls made her bite down. He snarled in response and drove it into her deeper. He moved his hand, fucking her while rubbing against her clit and a purr rumbled through her ear as he tucked his head against hers.

  The climax hit fast and hard, tore through her in harsh waves and the hand around her back was suddenly gone. Brawn cupped her head, shoved her face tighter against his chest and nearly suffocated her when she screamed out his name. She didn’t give a damn if she had air, she was too gripped by the ecstasy.

  His thumb withdrew, his hand jerked away and he eased the hold that kept her face pressed against him. She swayed a little on his lap without him holding her but he didn’t let her slump to the side as her body turned lax. Brawn wrapped an arm around her waist again and she tilted her chin up to stare at him in wonder.

  The sight of him shoving his thumb in his mouth to taste her stunned and aroused Becca at the same time. He didn’t look away as he growled at her. Desire made his eyes go from amazing-looking to nearly feral in a wild, passionate way that promised her he wanted to eat her alive in the be