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Returning to the Temple courtyard with the lingering burn of lust still in his veins, Phenix followed Kalyssa to what he presumed were the sleeping quarters. It was impossible not to notice the provocative swing of her hips in black pants that hugged her legs when she crossed the yard and stepped onto a verandah. Under the golden glow from the lanterns dotted at intervals along the stone walls, her hair fell in dark red waves down the back of her long-sleeved cheongsam-styled tunic. Sexy, bed-tousled tresses, he itched to touch. He picked up a handful of hair; the thick strands cool to the touch slid through his fingers like silk ribbons. “What are you doing?” She glanced over her shoulder at him; the movement shifted her hair out of his …show more content…

He raised his brows and fixed his eyes on hers as he lifted her finger to his lips. “Don’t what?” She tried tugging back her hand. “Don’t—” His grip unshakable, he closed his mouth over her finger. “Oh-oh, sweet goddess…” She rose onto her toes, squirming and biting her bottom lip. She tasted warm and salty, and he wanted badly to suck the soft flesh of her lip into his mouth—maybe bite. Smiling inside at her stifled groan, her uneven breathing—he tensed when she pressed against him and cupped his balls. “Fuck!” His cock jerked and he hissed. His momentary lapse gave her the leeway to do several things at once; pull her finger from his mouth, shove him back far enough and push-kick him off the verandah. Agile as a cat, he twisted in mid-air, missing a boulder and landed smoothly on his feet. Caught up in the amorous play, he was enjoying himself too much to come close to being angry; despite taking a brutal kick to his gut. Besides, he had other more tactile ways of exacting revenge on his rather provocative quarry. With her bare feet planted apart on the dark wooden boards, thighs braced, hands resting at her sides, she looked him square in the eyes. Her mussed hair shifting in time with the rise and fall of her breasts, flushed cheeks and her I-will-hurt-you gaze, intrigued him. “You’ve got a damned nerve mauling me as though it’s your right. I agreed to work with you not sleep with you. Now, keep your fucking distance if you want your

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