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began to lose himself in the perfect rhythm, hard and fast, plunging into her, driving deeper. The little
noises escaping her throat drove him wild. "Take all of me, honey, all of me." It was a plea, a demand.
She burned hotter and hotter, gripping him tightly.
He thrust hard, reveling in the way her body trembled with pleasure, the way her breasts jutted upward,
her stomach rippled, her eyes glazed slightly as their bodies came together. The sight of her, the feel of
her was his undoing. He wanted it to last forever, but he had wanted too long, too much, and his body
had other ideas. He felt it start in his toes, rising higher and higher, his belly on fire, hips thrusting
ferociously, almost brutally, his hands pinning her to him, while he erupted with jets of hot cream, filling
her, triggering an intense orgasm so that her body gripped and tightened, milking his until he collapsed
over her, spent and momentarily sated.
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They were locked together, their hearts hammering loudly, their scents mingling, both so sensitive they
were afraid to move. Brandt kissed the corner of her mouth, her chin, the tip of her breast. "Are you all
right? I didn't hurt you, did I?" Reluctantly he rolled his weight off of her. His hands tangled in her hair
possessively.
"You know you didn't hurt me," she assured him. She didn't think her body would ever belong to her
again. "It's hot in here. Did the temperature shoot up when we weren't looking?"
He laughed softly, deep in his throat. "We had other things on our minds." He sat up, reached past her.
His naked body was flexible, a miracle of movement.
"What are you doing?" Maggie asked drowsily. She rolled over onto her stomach and lifted her head to
watch him. There was something very intimate about the dark night enfolding them in its cloak, yet they
could see each other very clearly. She watched him lift the insulated bucket of ice to his mouth.
Fascinated, she propped herself up on her elbows to watch his throat work as he swallowed the ice-cold
liquid.
He was so sexy, the simple act took her breath away. Just drinking water. And how had he managed to
get her to trust him the way she did? She trusted everything he said with an instinct, a knowledge, that he
was telling her the truth. Or maybe she just wanted him, burned for him, and nothing else mattered.
Brandt looked at her over the bucket, his eyes so gold they glittered. A slow, wicked smile curved his
mouth, revealed his teeth. Catlike. Wild. Primitive.
Maggie had no idea of the picture she presented, thoroughly loved, thoroughly sensual. The tips of her
breasts swayed slightly as she moved, and the smooth rounded curves of her buttocks quivered, drawing
his attention. She had a beautiful bottom. Already his body was stirring. He felt the familiar tightness.
Plucking a piece of ice from the bucket, he held it up. "I think I have a way to cool you off."
Her eyes widened. She looked at him warily. "I don't like that wicked look in your eyes."
He lifted her hair and rubbed the ice over her nape, felt her shiver. At once her nipples tightened. "Feels
good, doesn't it?" He traced her spine in a slow deliberate caress, lazily watched the heat of her skin melt
the small piece, leaving behind a trail of water. He bent forward to lap at her skin, catching the little
beads, savoring the liquid.
Maggie let her head fall on the mattress and closed her eyes. Her body was completely relaxed, pliant
under Brandt's hands. His heart swelled, knowing she was his, that she belonged in his home, in his bed.
He would wake up and find her there. He could touch her body, make love to her when and where they
wanted. And he wanted.
The next piece of ice made lazy patterns in the small of her back. The water melted and pooled into the
two dimples there. Brandt sipped it as if it were the finest champagne. He found a larger piece to rub
along the crease of her buttocks, so that the icy drips trickled to cool the heat at her core. To mingle with
his cream and soothe any soreness. He bent his head to nip her gently on her left cheek. "Are you sore?"
He pressed kisses into the two dimples, his hand finding her wet entrance.
"I'm sleeping," she lied, too lazy to move, but she pushed back against his palm.
He removed it, disappointing her, but then it was back, his fingers probing deeply. Maggie nearly came
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up off the bed as the piece of ice met the fiery heat of her core. "You devil! What are you doing?" She
could feel the ice-cold water melting, trickling deep inside her body. The sensation was intriguing.
Brandt caught her hips as she rose up on her knees and dragged her back against him, his body bending
dominantly over hers as he took her from behind, plunging deep to follow the ice-cold trail through her
hot, tight sheath.
"You can't possibly," Maggie objected, grinding her buttocks hard against him as flames spread through
her and hunger shot up fast and strong.
"Did you know that a male leopard was once observed mating with his female over a hundred times in a
two-day period? I can live with that; can you?"
At that moment, Maggie thought she could.
Chapter 7
Brandt answered theknock on the door, waved Drake inside. "It's late," he greeted, knowing there was
trouble. Drake would never have interrupted them unless it was an emergency. He and Maggie had had
only one night and one day alone together, not nearly enough time for him to feel secure in Maggie's
commitment.
"I know." Drake glanced at Maggie. "I'm sorry, Maggie, really. I wouldn't have come if we didn't need
Brandt."
"Poachers?" Brandt guessed.
"We've been checking the area you were so worried about and sure enough, one of the bears is missing.
We spotted another trap." Drake paced across the gleaming floor. "I know this is a bad time, Brandt, but
there's too much activity. We think they'll come tonight to try for more. We have a breeding pair we can't
afford to lose."
Brandt shook his head. "Maggie is too close to the Han Vol Dan. I won't leave her alone. You know
how frightening it can be, Drake."
"It could happen anytime," Drake protested, shifting his gaze away from Maggie. "You know we'll need
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