Purely Sexual. Delta Dupree

us.”

      Like hell. “Tuxedo needs to sleep on the floor to catch the mice,” Donnie replied, knowing she’d agree hearing the plural of the critters.

      “She didn’t eat them all?”

      “Not a chance.” He chuckled when she dropped the cat and charged toward the bed.

      Keeping to the edge of the mattress, she pulled the sheet up to her chin. “Can they climb up here?”

      The right answer would keep her right up under him. “Maybe.”

      “I’m getting my clothes on. In fact, I’m sleeping in your tank.”

      Donnie dragged her across the bed and into his arms. “Tuxedo won’t let them.”

      Damn, she smelled good enough to eat. She’d wasted more water after dinner bathing. Without him. But her skin wasn’t wrinkled or dry or cracked. How many baths did a person need every day?

      Draping his heavy leg between her thighs, he pinned her to the mattress, cuffed her wrists, lifted her arms above her head and pinned them together with one hand. He dragged her gown’s hem above her breasts.

      Duke bounced against her leg for two beats then reared up toward the object of his search, poised, in striking distance.

      The look in Challie’s eyes was palpable.

      Beg. You get nothing until you beg. Drawn to her heat, he pressed the head of his cock to the edge of her fire.

      “This is a bad idea,” she said. “I’ve made two too many mistakes in my life. I shouldn’t make another one.”

      Like hell. Sex with me is not in error. He delved his tongue into her ear. She squirmed, legs moving restlessly. She was one minute from begging. He knew it. God, please, not a second more.

      Her wiggling set off new sensations. Donnie ached to get inside her. He bit a path down the tendon of her neck, moved farther and latched onto her nipple, sucking noisily, teasing her with his teeth.

      “Stop it.”

      Not a chance. She vibrated against his skin. He wanted her to beg, wanted to fill her, but when he lifted his hips to settle between her legs, she clamped both tightly around his thigh.

      “One more time,” Donnie whispered. “Just once. I won’t hurt you.”

      “But, I don’t know—”

      He kissed her silent, thoroughly, and her legs lost their grip. As Donnie moved up, over and forward, they fell open like petals of a flower.

      He eased into her heat, anticipating the intoxicating pleasure to come. She was wet, not soaking, but enough for him to make her wetter. If he held back, let her take the lead, she’d work him.

      Sliding out, Donnie rolled to his side, taking Challie with him.