Page 34 of Unforgivable

"You taste like maple syrup," he murmurs. It breaks me out of my inner monologue, and I want to slap myself. Here I have a sexy, handsome wolf kissing me, and I start thinking about my pathetic past.

"You taste like bacon!" I blurt out.

Awesome. Real smooth, Lyri.

He laughs, seemingly not offended at all, and leans back in. This time, he peppers my mouth with smaller, teasing kisses. A soft feeling wells up in my belly. I can't decide if I'm enjoying this or just ticklish.

My she-wolf rolls over, just staring, contemplating this male and his strong wolf. I get the feeling that she mildly approves of him, but she's instinctively wary of males. She may always be cautious now.

When Rhet slants his mouth more firmly against mine, I forget... everything but him. He's familiar and unfamiliar, and it's a sensation that races through my body and makes my stomach clench in a not-so-pleasant, but not horrible, way.

The brush of fingers on my cheek and the firm hand at my waist don't register until he pulls back with a soft groan of defeat.

"Too much?" he asks, his breathing deep.

I don't want to respond. I'm pretty sure it'll sound like complete gibberish. "Umm..." I suck in a breath, then lean back in.

We lay on the couch for a long, long time, just kissing and looking at each other. It's a little surreal but very, very nice.

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