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Words of love threaten to come to my lips, and I kiss Galen even harder to stop them. His hot mouth, slick tongue, and searching hands overwhelm my senses, shoving sense aside as arousal sweeps away all my restraint and self-control.

I can’t stop kissing him, and my body’s reaction can’t be hidden. But I’m not opening my heart!

Chapter 16 - Galen

I press my arms against Clara’s waist, pulling her towards me. She falls against my chest, laughing and looking up at me with bright, happy eyes. Music is pulsing through both of us, a palpable force joining us together as we dance to the same beat.

The warmth flooding through Clara’s body is impossible to ignore. I can sense it crashing against her inner thighs, rising through her core, and turning her nipples into stiff peaks against me. The scent that rises from between her breasts is thick and sweet, making my mouth water as I think about searching for the source of it with my lips.

I wrap my hands around her waist a bit tighter, the urge to reach down and grab her ass almost unbearable. She’s vulnerable in my arms right now, and I have to be careful.

She has to be completely sure that she wants me. I won’t coerce her.

Then Clara grabs my hips and yanks my body towards hers, sliding her hips back and forth. I have to close my eyes and gulp hard to maintain my control.

I can’t take much more of this!

“Hey,” she says, so softly that I can barely hear her. “Do you want to get out of here?”

I nod, not trusting my voice. She takes my hand and leads me across the dance floor, which has gotten a little packed since we started dancing. Following behind Clara as we leave the bar, I can’t stop looking at the luscious curve of her hips or her toned ass under the fitted, floral dress.

As we cross the parking lot, Clara puts her arms around my waist and stumbles. I catch her, but end up tripping over my own feet. Clara puts a hand on my chest, giggling as I regain my balance to hold us both up.

“I don’t know about you, but I think I hit the sauce pretty hard tonight,” she says. “I can hardly see.”

“I know what you mean,” I say, grinning. “I’m definitely feeling it, but I think I’m doing better than you if you need me to carry you.”

“No way,” she laughs. “Even though I have complete faith in your shifter metabolism, you almost hit the pavement just there. I’m not taking any chances.”

“Fair enough,” I answer, smiling. “But that means you’ll have to actually use your own feet.”

“Damn,” she mutters. “Curse you and your logic! How do I even find my feet right now?”

She looks down at the ground, as if looking at her feet might help her decide how to use them. She frowns.

“Your logic is flawed,” she says. “It seems I no longer have feet.”

“Those are your knees, Clara,” I say. “I’d suggest looking further down, but I’m worried you’ll fall, so maybe just trust me that your feet are actually there.”

She sighs, looking up and across the parking lot. “I suppose I’ll have to. How else am I supposed to get to the RV?”

She takes one step and stumbles. With one quick motion, I put my arms around her and pick her up, snuggling her against my chest.

“Don’t drop me!” she giggles.

“Never,” I answer.

I’ll never let you go.

While I walk over to the RV, Clara strokes my shoulder with one hand, her breathing slowly getting deeper and more labored. I can still sense the signs of arousal, but I won’t dare make a move unless she asks me to.

This is going to be one torturous night. It was bad enough being in my bed and not being able to touch her. The RV is ten times smaller!

When I reach the back door, I level Clara up to the latch, and she opens it. I lift her carefully and set her down on the floor before crawling up the steps and slamming the door behind us.

When I turn back to face her, she’s still sitting on the floor. She’s stretched out, propped up on her arms with her feet pointed towards me. Her light cotton dress drapes against her curves, her scent seeping through it to fill the air.

My wolf is panting, and I’m fighting it with every last scrap of strength. My fingers twitch, my fists clench, and my cock presses painfully against my zipper.

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