Laughing softly, happy, she started to bend toward his chest again. The hand in her hair didn’t move, making it impossible. Her gaze jumped to his.

“Kiss me, mi amor.”

She had no problems with that. The man could kiss. He could ignite fires with his kiss, detonate fireworks or even cause towering firestorms. She was all for kissing him. She let him bring her head to his, his fist nearly relinquishing its hold. Maybe she liked the way he was in control, because that burn inside burst into a roaring hunger. She felt the heat inside her increase.

Deliberately she took her time when his fist urged her to hurry. She lowered her head slowly, holding his gaze, watching him as she bent her head to his. She’d never felt so sexy in her life. The hunger built so fast, so intensely in his eyes and was carved in the lines on his face, that she felt the intensity deep inside her core.

She brushed her mouth over his. Once. Twice. The hand in her hair tugged hard and held her firmly in place. His mouth took over. The fire in her belly exploded, and she melted into him, her mouth devouring him, just as he devoured her. It was beyond what she remembered. She was lost in him immediately. He kissed her long. Hard. So rough it bordered on brutal. Delicious. Perfect. She felt as if fire consumed her. Raced inside of her, radiating a scorching hunger.

His hand in her hair loosened, and she kissed his chin, along the hard sweep of his jaw and that bluish-black stubble she loved. Down along his throat. Her hands joined her mouth in her exploration, smoothing over his hot skin, loving the muscles she found there.

Elijah lay still, but she felt his pulse jumping and the tension gathering in his body. He liked control, but he was giving it to her. She loved that and she planned on taking her time, mapping his body—the body that belonged to her.

His fingers sifted through her hair, and he trembled when she licked over his nipples and then sucked gently.

“I’ve spent my life alone, Siena. Dreaming about you. About a girl I saw with hair down to her waist, hair I wanted to see spread across my pillow and feel sliding over my skin. Knowing what I was. Knowing I didn’t deserve her and I never was going to deserve her.”

She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his. “Don’t, Elijah,” she warned, and dropped her head to nip him in the belly. He had more than a six-pack. She didn’t think that was possible, but he had more muscles in his abdomen than she could conceive. She didn’t know it if was the leopard in him, but if it was, her leopard had shortchanged her.