Her tongue was velvety smooth and minty. She’d brushed her teeth, most likely. But it was more than just the stark mint of toothpaste. She had another flavor—like fresh winter snow and iced cranberries—that was uniquely her.

Fresh winter snow and iced cranberries… Who the hell talked like that?

Fuck, she made me insane.

I deepened the kiss, still determined that I’d go no further.

Our tongues slid together, and within a few moments, she became more active in the kiss, smoothing her tongue between my lips as well.

My dick was granite. Could cut a diamond as hard as it was.

Only a kiss.

Not a fuck.

A kiss.

A kiss I’d continue, until—

She pulled away, our lips separating with a smack, panting.

“Are you okay?” I asked, my voice husky with desire.

“I’m… I’m…”

“What is it?”

“I’ve never felt… Oh my God, Reid. Something’s happening to me.”

Shit. I’d gone too far. Too damned far. “I’m so sorry.”

“No. It’s not that. I’ve never… I mean…”

My father had hunted her. Was it possible he hadn’t raped her? I’d be thrilled if that were the case. “Shit. I just assumed. Are you a virgin?”

“No. I mean, it’s been a long time, but no. And before you ask, they didn’t. Not during the hunt. I don’t know if they would have, but I got away before…”

“Thank God.” I breathed a sigh of relief. “Then what’s wrong?”

“I’ve never… I feel so…” She pulled her wet hair back from her face. “I want you to make me come.”

So that was it. She hadn’t come in a while. Perhaps never. I was a master of the female orgasm. I could make a woman come with a look. Okay, not really, but pretty close.

She was ripe as a red tomato and probably just as juicy.

Damn it.

I could eat her, finger her, perhaps just suck on those luscious nipples, and she’d come.

But if I went that far…

Could I stop myself from jamming my cock into her and fucking her into next week?

“Please, Reid,” she said again. “Please.”

27

Zee

My body wasn’t my own. Except that it was. In a way, it felt more my own than it ever had. Something awakened in me—something hot and passionate and pure at the same time.

This man.

How did I want him so much, knowing who he came from?

Knowing who he resembled?

But Reid was sweet. He had a good heart. He’d protected me.

And that kiss…

I trembled beneath the pelting water. Seriously trembled, despite the warmth surrounding me. Yearning surged through me, and my core, that secret place that had sometimes sizzled but never boiled…

It was boiling now.

“Touch me,” I begged. “Please.”

“I can’t.”