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to pleasure each other."  He bent his head, brushed his mouth over hers.  "This small treasure of time."
    "Yes."  It wasn't smart, and she was getting dangerously attached to the pantherman, but she would regret it for the rest of the life if she didn't make love with him, no matter the hurt later.
    "The bed, upstairs."  Dak's voice rumbled low and rough.
    "Yes."  Another swallow.
    He scooped her up and she felt how strong he was, the steel of his arms around her, the slab of his chest she leaned against.  Listening to his heart pump fast made her pulse leap, too.
    The stairs weren't wide, especially for a big man like him, but he managed them – carrying her – with ease.
    In her bedroom, he set her gently on her feet, staring at her.   "I do not know your clothing's fastenings."
    She thought he fibbed.  He'd have no problem taking her clothes off, but if he wanted to watch her undress she was willing.  She wet her tongue and felt a low vibration from him, almost too low to hear.  Staring at the tunic stretched across his wonderful chest, trying to keep her eyes from straying down to the straining fly of his pants, she said, "That's all right.  I'll undress you."  Didn’t look hard.
    "And yourself," he rumbled.  "First."
    "And myself first."  She pulled her black tank from her own jeans, drew it off over her heat-damp and sensitized skin.  Her bra was thin enough that the slight drag of materials hardened her nipples into nubs.  She pressed her lips together to stop the moan at sweet arousal.  Tossing the tank aside, she unsnapped and unzipped her jeans, slipped them off with a wiggle that earned a low, growling purr.  Her breath came unsteadily.  When she glanced up from kicking her jeans away, she saw Dak's long, slow study from her feet to her face, lingering on the juncture between her thighs, her breasts, then meeting her eyes.
    His face showed a flush.  Her mind dulled with desire, with the needs of her body, with her fingers to touch, her skin to rub against his, her core empty and demanding fulfillment.
    Need.
    Her body was alive with it.
    She unsnapped her bra, a little gasp as the material rubbed against her nipples, and she slid from her panties.  His nostrils flared and embarrassed heat rose to her cheeks, flushed her breasts.  He could smell her arousal.  But he was leaning slightly forward, as if he wanted to pounce.  That must be good.   She trembled.  She'd never trembled from pure physical desire before.
    Though her knees felt soft, she took the two steps to him, slipped her hands beneath the waistband of his pants and grabbed the bottom of his shirt.  His skin was damp, too, from perspiration.  She peeled the top up his body, noting the spread of hair, dark and fine and light in his man form.  His tiny nipples were hard and she scraped her thumbnails over them.  He jerked beneath her hands and now she could smell him, too.  The tang of him she had no words for.
    He ducked out of the shirt and she threw it aside. She let her fingers trail down his neck, brushing his hair back and skimming her fingers down his shoulder, along the carved curve of his biceps as he slowly straightened before her.
    She could hear herself breathe, fast, choppy.  Needy.
    Her hands settled on his waistband, and she pulled.  A snap sounded and his leather trousers loosened.
    Dak groaned.
    His fly had buttons.  She took them one at a time, teasing him, feeling the length and thickness and strength of him.  Finally she slid the pants down his legs, gave in to her weak knees and sank herself.
    He plucked her up and tossed her on the bed that rolled wildly under her.  Before it settled, he was on top of her, pushing her deep into the bed.
    Plunging into her deep.  The pleasure ripped a scream from her throat.
    He held still, stared at her, and she blinked to focus on his wide eyes, the flush along his cheeks.  "Bran-dy."
    She made an affirmative sound in her throat.
    He closed his eyes, and