Page 285 of Primal Bonds

She shrugged, because it wouldn’t be okay with them—if she told them. But Adric didn’t need to know that. “No one followed me here, did they?”

A shake of his head.

“I’ll be there,” she told him. “Alone.”

Fada had a hard time lying, but she didn’t have to tell the whole truth, either. She’d explain to Dion and his mate, Cleia—who were more like parents to her—that she wanted to get away for a night or two. The Goddess knew, that was the truth. Sometimes she was so desperate to get away from the base and her well-meaning but overprotective family that she felt like screaming.

Adric stepped back. “Come here.” He leaned against the brick wall and extended a hand.

Her stomach did a little flip. She moistened her lips.

I’m really doing this.

On the nearby sidewalk, several too-loud humans strolled past, but she barely heard them. Here in the alley, it was just her and Adric.

He cocked a mocking brow. “You in—or not?

She lifted her chin and took his hand. “I’m in.”

He drew her closer and in one smooth move, had her crowded up against the wall. His eerie metallic irises were shot with blue now. His cougar was awake, intent on her like she was prey and it was starving.

He fisted his hands in her hair. His gaze went to her lips, and then his mouth was moving over hers. Softly, slowly. Teasing. Seducing.

The nerves in her belly fired up. Points of heat sizzled up and down her spine.

She moaned and opened her mouth, and his tongue slipped in, curling around hers. She sucked it deeper. He gave a low, exciting groan from deep in his throat.

He tasted of beer and his own dark male flavor. His body pressed hers to the wall, his erection hard against her belly. Heat came off him in waves. Stoking her desire, scrambling her brain.

She forgot that anyone could stumble upon them, especially those Rock Run men in the saloon who’d watched, narrow-eyed, the whole time she was speaking to Adric. They’d be out here now if she hadn’t escaped through the bathroom window.

Worse, she completely forgot that she shouldn’t touch him.

She jerked off her gloves and slid her hands under his jacket. She dragged up his T-shirt, seeking skin. Sliding her hands over his hard, dangerous body.

His hands were busy as well. One gripped her hair, pulling her head back so he could nibble at her throat. With the other, he unzipped her jacket and palmed her breast through her shirt.

She twined a leg around his thigh, urging him closer, rubbing herself against his erection. His chest flattened her breasts, the pressure easing her aching nipples.

He sucked on the tender skin beneath her jaw. Sensation speared from her breasts to her womb.

She gasped and writhed against him. “Adric. I—”

“Shh. It’s okay. Just a little more…”

He moved to another spot, murmuring how beautiful she was. Telling her how much he wanted her. That he’d make it good, so good for her.

“Sim, sim.” She slipped into Portuguese and then caught herself. “Yes. Anything.”

Adric was the one who called a halt. He lifted his head, breathing hard, and she gave another moan and tried to pull him back, but he set her a little away from him.

“Tomorrow.” He brushed his lips over hers. “Tomorrow. Noon.”

“Okay. Yes.” Her voice sounded hoarse to her ears.

“I want your promise. You’ll be there, no matter what.”

“I’ll be there. I promise.”

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