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Chase growled, a low, slow rumble in his throat that sent a different kind of shiver through her. He
angled his head and enclosed her mouth with his. Hot musk filled her mouth, spicier than she remembered
from the earlier kiss. Sucking on her tongue, he followed with not-so-tender bites to her lips, sweeping
along her lips to flick his tongue in the corners. She moaned, wanting more with each nibble.
Yet he still hadn t touched her anywhere else. As though he d read her mind, he suddenly grabbed her
butt, pressing her breasts to his chest. Her firm tits flattened against the unyielding expanse and she arched
backward to push her tits harder against him. Her hands slid behind him, becoming slick with his sweat.
Running over the contours that were so like the rugged hills surrounding the ranch, she dug her fingernails
into him, wanting to leave her mark.
This man is dangerous. Physically, and even more frighteningly, emotionally. Part of her, the part that
kept her invisible wall fortified, warned her to stay away from him while another side, the side she hadn t
heard from in years, called to her, urging her to take another chance.
He hissed in pain and broke their kiss. Yet he didn t appear angry. Instead, he looked pleased. Using
your claws already?
Claws? As in nails? She tilted her head to study him. I don t mind a little pain. Do you?
Not that kind of pain.
That kind? She dove into his eyes, searching. Does he know the same type of pain I know? The kind
that leaves scars on the inside? She tried to calm down, returning to the guarded persona she knew so well.
His eyes glowed, the hazel giving way to the growing golden flecks and becoming more slanted than
she remembered. So are you up for a little fun?
Little? She dropped her gaze to his crotch. I sure hope not.
Don t worry about that. Let s get you naked. He made that growling sound again, reached for her
and yanked her jeans and thong down her legs, almost knocking her to the ground. He lifted her legs one by
one, like he was shoeing a horse, and jerked her boots off.
Hey, I m not going to be the only one playing nudist. Drop em, handsome.
He hurriedly shucked his boots and jeans. The lean waist that had hinted at the sizable package under
the jeans hadn t lied. Tawny hair, not unlike her own golden curls, framed his dick, already oozing with his
pre-come. She took in every inch of him every horny inch and licked her lips.
Love can tame the wildest heart&
Golden Eyes
© 2010 Maya Banks
A prequel to Amber Eyes
After Duncan Kennedy stumbles across poachers in his mountains, he is understandably angry. His
discovery of an injured cheetah makes him even more furious. He takes the cat home until he can summon
the local vet, only to get the shock of his life. When he checks on his charge, he finds not a cheetah but a
gorgeous, very naked woman.
Aliyah Carter spent the past six months trapped in cheetah form, a prisoner of the poachers who took
her to use in an illegal exotic-game hunt. Finally she s escaped, but now she faces another problem. A
devastatingly sexy sheriff who knows her secret.
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Duncan paced back and forth in front of the fireplace, his mind ablaze with the day s drama. A
cheetah. She was a fucking cheetah. As mind-blowing events went, this one topped the list.
Apart from the fact that he had a beautiful, naked cheetah-woman camped out in his bed, he also had
to deal with the fact that poachers were turning out animals to hunt in his mountains.
And to think he d lamented the fact that nothing exciting ever happened in Elk Ridge.
His first priority& Hell, what was his first priority? He had an injured chee& woman. What was he
supposed to do with her? And he had poachers to catch and make damn sure their days of importing exotic
animals were over.
He spun around, took two steps toward the bedroom then stopped and walked back to the fireplace
again. The bedroom was out. She was in his bed. Naked. There was only so much temptation a red-blooded
man could take, and a voluptuous, golden-eyed goddess laid out like a Christmas present might well be
construed a temptation.
He flexed his fingers then curled them until the skin stretched and whitened across his knuckles.
A sound from the bedroom had him yanking his head around.
He strode out of the living room and rounded the corner into his room. He caught the door frame with
his hand as he came to a halt.
His breath stuck in his throat, swelled and rebounded into his chest.
The fur he had covered Aliyah with was bunched around her feet. She lay on her hip, but her upper
body was twisted so that her back was pressed to the bed. Her left arm was thrown wide to the side, and her
right hand was curled into a fist at her shoulder.
She was& quite beautiful, even in her state of distress. Apart from the inflamed-looking wound on her
leg, her skin was unmarred by a single blemish. Slender legs led up to rounded hips, a tiny waist and two
spectacularly formed breasts.
Jesus, they were perfect. She was perfect.
Gently rounded nipples, a soft peach color, so soft looking that he caught himself swallowing as he
imagined tasting them.
He closed his eyes. He couldn t go there. He was turning to leave when she moaned again. As he
looked back over at her, he could see a sheen of sweat glistening on her forehead. Her head twisted from
side to side, and then her eyes blinked open.
They glittered gold, and the pupils elongated and shrank to a vertical sliver. Her muscles twitched and
jumped, and he realized she was fighting against her instinct to shift.
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