“If we survive this night, I am claiming you as my pleasure-mate.” I gasp. “You—you what? You are?” He nods. “You will show me this kiss with tongue, and I will take you to my furs and make you mine. I have decided.” “Decided?” I echo, stunned. I can still feel the light brush of his lips against mine. “Yes. You are my opponent, and I am going to take control of your board.” That’s the sexiest, most bizarre thing I’ve ever heard. Now how am I supposed to concentrate?
