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Damn it. She trusted Jupiter. Really trusted him.
Feeona let that sink into her psyche then gave Seneca another smile. She reached out and patted the empty space. “Come on,” she said, gaze on the quiet stranger across the room. “Let’s all get some sleep.”
His face stayed blank, but he moved toward them and slipped into the empty space. The man lay on his back. No part of him touched her. Had she been wrong to think he and Jupiter came as a pair?
“Sleep.” Jupiter commanded more firmly.
Seneca’s eyelids closed and his body sank a bit deeper into the bed.
And they slept.
Chapter Nineteen
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Feeona woke in her own roomy bed for the first time in a month. Jupiter’s heat blanketed her back. His hand lay relaxed against her belly, and his morning oh-so-happy-to-wake-up-with-you nudged against her ass. The promise of that helped her contain the urge to indulge in her usual morning sprawl and stretch. As she lifted her eyelids, the expanse of empty sheets in front of her left her both eager for the man at her back and confused. She remembered Seneca’s inscrutable face when he’d laid down next to them, but he had joined them to sleep.
Jupiter nudged more firmly against her bottom and thoughts of anything but the size and heat of him fled. Size didn’t make a man a good lover, but something about the combination of all that muscle and the tender ways he touched her made her melt. He nuzzled against her shoulder, teeth scraping against her skin. She stretched her neck to give him access and his lips followed the slope of her shoulder to the sensitive skin under her jawline.
She moaned happily. “Good morning.”
His answer was a sexy growl and a hand stroking her skin. His big palm spread heat everywhere he touched her. Her thigh. Her hip. Her belly.
Then he reached down, unerringly fitting his hand between her legs. She had a breath to think it might have been nice for him to touch her breasts, but then the heel of his palm pressed a small circle over the still hidden nub of flesh that was suddenly begging for more direct contact.
Her hips shifted of their own accord. She hadn’t made a conscious choice to move but her hunger for this man was irrepressible. His fingers hadn’t yet burrowed into her, and she hadn’t touched him at all. It didn’t seem to matter. She arched her back and whimpered when his hand shifted to her leg to pull it across his thigh, opening her more fully to his touch.
He growled again then his hand was back where she wanted it. One of his long fingers settled into the newly exposed valley. The touch made her aware that she was already wet and moist and open for him. She squirmed beneath his fingertips, now tracing along her soft wet flesh. His hips rocked against her in small thrusts against her bare bottom, but he made no move to fuck her. She rocked against him until they both needed more.
His hand slipped away, and she whimpered at the loss. He captured one of her wrists and guided it down and between her legs.
“Claws.” His voice was so raw and growly she almost didn’t understand the word.
She hadn’t even considered his claws. Hadn’t had the presence of mind to think. The pace of things should have worried her, but her body was somehow keeping up with what he was doing to her.
He put his hand over hers and pressed her finger where his had been a moment earlier.
“Put your fingers inside.” His words, hot and colored with need, stroked inside her ear and she shivered.
She knew why he wanted her to do it. He was a big guy. If she was going to take him, she needed to be prepared. The moment of choice, comply or don’t comply, allowed other thoughts to creep in. She shouldn’t be doing this. They were in a bad situation and there was a lot she wasn’t telling him.
The soft rumble that came from the back of his throat had her looking over her shoulder. For a moment their gazes locked. Raw need filled his, but there was something more—vulnerability and reassurance. Despite his animal need for release, it was still her choice. There was no choice at all.
She’d wanted him for days. She’d just been too tired and hurting to do anything about it until now. Something about him reached inside her and she couldn’t let what might come later steal him from her now.
He must have seen her decision in her face. His eyes darkened and his breathing deepened. The heat in that look was all sex. Like he was fucking her with his eyes.
Her body responded with a flood of cream that had her following his instructions. She pushed her fingers inside, one at first, then another.
His hand over hers encouraged her to use more pressure than she would have, and it was incredible. She felt connected to him as she’d never felt before.
He watched her squirm as his hands roamed over her. She was rushing, but she couldn’t stop. Her skin felt tight everywhere he touched her. She fought for more contact where it would push her into heaven. Her body was revved and ready and she couldn’t breathe and—
Jupiter pulled her hand away. Air flooded back into her lungs, but she wanted more.
