...Zander took Leilani by one arm. “Let’s talk,” he said. “In private.”

Without waiting for her consent—and, really, when had he ever?—he dragged her along behind him away from the outdoor café and around the corner into an alley. Before she had time to do much more than gasp, he’d pushed her roughly against the wall and covered her mouth with his.

His tongue drove between her lips, stroking into her mouth in blatant possession. He brought his broad hands up to her face and tilted her head, angling her for his pleasure. He didn’t bother trying to seduce.

He flat-out conquered.

Leilani groaned. Goddess, it had been so long. Too long. With a whimper, she collapsed against him, her hands gripping his belt for support. Her nipples tightened to diamond-hard points, stabbing against his chest, and her clit began pulsing with carnal hunger.

He ate at her mouth like a starving man, lips and tongue and teeth bruising in their force. His hands slid from her face, glided over her breasts, then curled around her buttocks and hauled her against him.

As he took the kiss deeper, the pressure and tension gathered in her pelvis. He fucked her mouth with his tongue and her pussy clenched in response. The sheer aggression of his marauding mouth brought her hovering on the edge of an orgasm. Her clit throbbed, her nipples tingled.

She wanted more.

His body was hard, his cock a stiff wedge between them. Zander tilted her so that the hard ridge of his erection rubbed against her mons, hitting her clit through her jeans as he pumped slowly against her. He kissed a path down her throat, lingering over her pulse, letting her feel the scrape of teeth grown pointed with his arousal.

He continued to rock against her as his mouth latched onto one breast through the material of her blouse. His tongue curled around the taut tip, suckling her with strong force, the tugging setting up a corresponding spasm in her core.

She moaned, the sound breathy and carrying no farther than the alley. Her legs shifted restlessly as she strained to get just a little bit more pressure, just a tiny bit of friction, to her aching clit. Cream coated her labia, soaking her panties.

When his hands went to her breasts to tug and pinch her hard nipples, the spiraling pleasure gathering within her spun out of control. Her sheath clenched, grasping for something to fill its emptiness, and she wailed into his mouth. The racking shudders went on and on, spurred by the slide of his erection against her cleft.

When the shivers finally faded, he drew back and rested his forehead against hers, his breath coming harsh and deep. He braced himself with hands planted flat against the brick wall on either side of her shoulders.

Leilani stirred. She wondered at the immediacy of her response but, as his lips pressed softly against her temple, she let the thought go. She’d always been like this, as if he put her under a spell.

She knew that wasn’t it. It was partly her own greedy desire, partly the love she still felt for him, and partly those damned dragon pheromones of his. With a softly muttered epithet, she pushed at him.

He pulled away only far enough so he could gaze into her eyes.

“Why are you here?” she asked, her voice not much more than a rasp.