Cat and Mouse

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An Excerpt From: CAT AND MOUSE

Copyright © SHELLEY MUNRO, 2008

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Duncan grinned inside as Lana Sinclair darted away with a sexy flick of her tail. A challenge. Hot damn. He´d come to Middlemarch with an express purpose in mind. He wanted Lana. He´d always wanted Lana. Unfortunately Jamie had caught and marked her first. He´d loved his cousin as much as he´d desired Lana so he´d stood aside, putting all his passion into rodeo instead. But now...now it was time to make his move. Lana didn´t stand a chance. She might think of this as a game between friends, but he knew better. The sight of her pretty feline form sparked throbbing need. He ruthlessly quashed the lust spreading through his body, knowing an overt show of sexual desire would scare her away. No, he needed patience. Tender wooing. He´d only have one chance at Lana and knew if he misjudged he´d never have another.

He could not fuck this up.

Duncan raced after her, drawing her musky scent and the underlying vanilla spice deep into his lungs. The feline smirk she aimed over her shoulder brought a rumbling growl deep in his throat. He charged, intent on one thing. The thrill of the chase. She´d think he wanted to play. This was playtime all right, specifically for adults. If he had his way there´d be sex in the equation. Lots of sex. He caught the flick of her tail before she darted behind a pile of gray, weather-beaten rocks and slowed. Given the direction of the wind she probably wouldn´t smell him tracking her, and he could take her by surprise. The heat in his body increased, pooling in his loins and making his cock swell. Oh yeah. He wanted Lana all right, and if he fucked up this courtship he´d never forgive himself.

Duncan stalked her, placing each paw carefully so he didn´t give prior warning. Her scent intensified and he knew he had her. Once in position, he sprang around the schist, bowling her over until they rolled and tangled in a blur of black fur. He seized the loose skin at the scruff of her neck with his teeth and growled, the sound becoming louder with underlying amusement when she tried to fight free. After struggling for a bit longer she stilled and her submission almost killed him. All the blood left his head and sank to his cock. He swallowed at scenting the musk of arousal, knowing Lana would smell it too. And wonder. He didn´t want her wondering. No. He needed to surreptitiously court her, let her get used to the idea of them as a couple then strike. Wham! He´d reel her in before she knew what hit her and they´d be lovers. Partners. Mates.

The prickle of heat from her body and the faint shimmer of light told him she intended to shift back to human. His heart slammed against his ribs and he froze, unsure of how to proceed. Weird. His friends would have ribbed him if they´d witnessed his panic and uncertainty. Yeah, he´d seen her naked before, yet somehow this time seemed different. He´d kept his gaze above her neck, sticking to the social niceties of a group running together.

"Are you going to change?"

Unbidden, his eyes studied her, taking in the small details-her full breasts topped with pink nipples, the narrow waist flaring to curvy hips and lower to study her thighs and sex. Hell. His breath hissed out slowly. She shaved or waxed, leaving delicately smooth skin. His tongue curled inside his mouth as he imagined it rasping across the creamy skin, delving into folds and plunging deep to taste her juices.

"Duncan?"

What the hell was she doing? Stunned, he watched her pluck at one nipple until it stiffened and darkened to a deep rose.

"Duncan, I want you to make love to me. I...I need sex." A faint tide of pink rushed through her cheeks and crawled down her neck to color her chest. "I don´t want...just for the weekend," she ended on a rush.

The jolt of lust that speared him made his chest heave while he attempted to breathe through his arousal, tamp it down to acceptable levels. Didn´t work. Duncan gave up trying to hide his painful erection and shifted smoothly.

"You want what?" She had to tell him again before he´d begin to believe. Surely winning Lana couldn´t be this easy?

"I want a lover for the weekend." She captured the plump cushion of her lower lip between her teeth and worried it while avoiding his gaze.

Consternation, fury, jealousy-the whole gambit screwed with his temper. "Do you do this often?" He found himself moving closer, curling his fingers around her biceps until they bit into her tender flesh.

Her gaze flew up to meet his. "No! Of course not. I haven´t been with anyone since Jamie."

Duncan relaxed at her impassioned words. No other man. Good. That was good. It had been difficult leaving after Jamie´s funeral, knowing Lana needed time and he ran the risk of another man capturing her interest. Friends and family had kept him in the loop where Lana was concerned, not that he´d been upfront about his interest. A month ago gut instinct had told him it was time to return to New Zealand so he´d come home. Just in time, so it seemed. He stared down at her and detected a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. He´d never noticed them before. Her jade green eyes tilted up at the corners giving her a faintly exotic look...and her mouth. He´d had some serious hard-ons fantasizing about her sexy lower lip, about biting it and laving the nip better, seeing those lips wrapped around his cock.

"Why?" Why him? He wanted to think it was because of his hard abs and charisma, his sex appeal, except his ego wasn´t that big. Women didn´t normally bowl up to him with a proposition before they´d received the romance, not unless they belonged to the buckle-bunny brigade and wanted to boast about their cowboy conquests.

"Because I don´t want to mislead a man into thinking I want something permanent. All I want is no-strings sex." Her chin lifted in faint challenge. "That´s all."

Duncan frowned, not sure how to react. Part of him simmered with anger at her for going around offering herself. That part wanted to wring her neck. But he also felt flattered and more turned-on than he should be, given the circumstances.

Lana turned away, flashing her rounded ass at him. He caught a hint of feminine pique before she showed him her back. A slow smile curled across his lips as he stared at the long, slender legs and curvy hips. Yeah, he´d take her up on her offer and play a cat-and-mouse game. Her offer simply made things easy for him, but if she thought he´d walk away after a weekend, the woman had rocks in her head. He wanted to retire from the rodeo circuit, settle down and breed bucking bulls. No, Lana belonged to him-she just didn´t know it yet.