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Every move she made was subtle, including gathering my shirt into her fingers. The excitement we shared increased and it was difficult not to ravage her right here in the restaurant parking lot.

The taste of her was enhanced by the lingering champagne. She was the one who darted her tongue inside my mouth first, more tentative in her actions than she’d been two nights before. I allowed her to explore before taking control and dominating her tongue.

Just being able to drink in her essence was enticing, yet the feel of her in my arms burned deep within.

Tonight I’d break through her outer shell, allowing her to understand and accept just how beautiful she truly was.

When I pulled away, she licked her lips and sighed.

“Are you ready?” I backed away, holding out my hand.

There was no debate, no hesitation. “Does that mean I get to ride in that fancy sports car of yours again?”

“I hate to disappoint you, but I brought another one.”

“Then the deal is off.”

“Look, lady, I will have what I want.” It was difficult not to be playful with her. When I swatted her on the bottom, I was once again rewarded by her lovely laugh. “If you don’t agree, then I’ll spank you right here as your punishment.”

“If you do, I’ll scream.”

“I think everyone in the restaurant will be on my side. I suggest you reconsider your decision or face the consequences.”

“You drive a hard bargain, but as long as I get to play with the satellite radio, I’m game.”

She was a breath of fresh air during a time in my life I hadn’t stopped to smell any roses, or wolves for that matter, in a long time.

Too long.

That would need to change.

A war was coming.

“Deal.”

CHAPTER 15

Sedona

Wolves.

Remembering the story had thrown me off guard. I’d forgotten all about it. I’d been maybe six, certainly not old enough to understand I’d been in the eye of a predator. I’d never seen the wolf before, nor had I seen him again. But I’d felt his presence even a few years later.

What I found the strangest of all wasn’t that I’d suddenly remembered the story, but that it somehow provided a sense of comfort. I was still freaked out by what had occurred in the morgue but no longer terrified. Maybe I was a wolf whisperer.

Maybe that’s why dogs seemed to love me.

I laughed and noticed Jax’s reflection in the massive window of his condo. His twentieth-floor location allowed a beautiful view of several businesses and restaurants as well as an area that had to be a park of some kind almost directly across the street. Therewere much taller buildings in the background, but they didn’t take away from the magnificent view.

But the best view of all was seeing Jax.

He’d removed his jacket and tie, once again unbuttoning his shirt and rolling up his sleeves. His strong forearms were truly muscular art forms. I was once again drawn to his tattoos.

“You’re staring at me,” he said. His deep voice sent a wave of tingles through me.

I shrugged as if I wasn’t paying any attention. “Just wondering about your tattoos.”

“Art I’ve had since I was eighteen.”

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