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girlfriend.”
    To her irritation, his smile returned. “Are you jealous?”
    “You’re a creep.” She shouldn’t anger him, especially in this vulnerable position, lying beneath him and totally at his mercy. But she couldn’t help it. She was so pissed off at the moment she literally saw red.
    He laughed as if he had just been told a hilarious joke. She should slap him. She really should. As if he was guessing her thoughts, he shook his head.
    “Don’t you dare, my little tentacle-fetish vixen.”
    “Screw you.”
    “Actually, I’d like to screw you, but since I have a girlfriend—”
    “I thought you just said—”
    “I really don’t have one.”
    “Yesterday, you said—”
    “I lied.”
    He is lying. Don’t believe him. He has a girlfriend and he wants to fuck you and that’s why he is saying different. But, call her stupid, her instincts told her to believe him.
    “Why lie?”
    Sadness flashed in his eyes. “It’s complicated. I should have told you the truth the moment I knew who you were.”
    What the hell was he talking about?
    But the sadness quickly turned to unmistakable desire. “But since I didn’t, you’ve caught me in a lie, literally, with my pants down.”
    “Off,” she corrected. And suddenly the luscious, hot imprint of his quickly growing shaft pressed against her inner thigh. “Why lie to me about that?”
    “I saw you in your RV and I wanted to meet you. I visited your site and realized by your drawings and the pics of tats on your site gallery that you have a tentacle fetish. So I came up with the story of getting my cock tattooed to meet you.”
    “You’re crazy.” Gosh, how insane to go to such lengths just to meet her. “You could have asked me to go out for coffee. That’s how most people get to know each other.”
    “Would you have?”
    Cat shrugged. Probably not. She was a loner and preferred to stay that way. Or at least she had until now.
    “So, there you have it. And now I’m going to kiss you,” he warned. And she instantly recognized the arousal flowing in his eyes.
    Before she could mount a protest and ask more questions, his moist, warm lips melted firmly over her mouth and she was lost in a swirl of exquisite sensations.
    “He’s mine ,” an inner voice whispered somewhere deep within her. “ All mine .”
    He kissed her hard, wrenching flames of sensuality from her core, drawing them out of her and wrapping them around her like an erotic shield.
    Gosh! He sure knew how to kiss.
    She opened her mouth to him and his tongue shot inside and dueled with hers. The intense impact of him slipping inside of her was indescribable. She wanted more. Needed more.
    He kissed her mouth, sometimes sipping gently, other times fusing over her hard and strong. She couldn’t stop the guttural moans of arousal coming from inside her chest. He tasted sweet, sexy and just damned good.
    As they kissed, an erotic fire seared into her. She couldn’t think about anything else but the two of them, tangled on the bed, his mouth making love to hers. Finally, when he drew away, he cursed softly beneath his breath.
    “You are so beautiful. So exquisitely beautiful. I never thought I would find a mate as perfect as you,” he said.
    She opened her eyes and blinked up at him. She was unable to speak, but she sure did love the intoxicating way his gaze trapped her beneath him.
    “Your kisses turn me on so bad,” he whispered. His mouth descended again, but this time he kissed the length of her neck with such tender, erotic kisses she was creaming in her panties with every touch of his lips against her flesh.
    Oh yeah, they were mates. Perfect mates.
    He kissed along her collarbone and when he reached her blouse his mouth pulled hard until buttons were flying. He growled when he met her bra.
    “Let me—”
    But he ignored her. He climbed off her and, to her surprise, grabbed the middle of her bra and ripped it down the middle, allowing her breasts to spill free to his