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on embarrassingly shaky knees.
    “ Trager.”
    “Yeah?” To and fro, to and fro.
    “Are you alright?”
    Stop. Stare.
    Yes, those were the right words.
    His eyes blazed at her. A neon sign spelling DESIRE might as well have been hanging on his face. God, a man as beautiful as him , wanted her ? Like, not just as an I’ve-got-no-other-hope-of-getting-laid-tonight last ditch effort either. He wanted her.
    The knowledge made her stand a little taller. A grin curled her lips.
    “I have to go,” he ground out. “But I’ll be back.”
    Part of her was disappointed. But the rest of her knew this was good. She wasn’t ready for sex yet. “Okay.”
    Stalking over to her, he cupped the back of her neck, bringing her close again. His eyes never left hers. “I need to kiss you. I need that much before I go.”
    She licked her lips in anticipation. If he was playing with her now, she would break his knees or something.
    His descent upon her mouth was swift. Like an eagle diving at his prey. And his kiss was fierce, a fighter earning his prize. His other hand came up to grip her jaw, angling her head so he could coax her mouth open. She moaned, and his tongue pushed in, lapping at her mouth like it was the sweetest candy. She had no control, his mouth owning hers in a way she’d never be able to forget.
    He broke away, mere millimeters separating them. His grip was still tight on her face, his thumb stroking her cheek, his eyes glued to her mouth. “You taste so good .” His tongue darted out again, finding her open mouth, lips fusing once more. “I can’t…” Again. Licking. “I can’t… get enough.”
    Time stood still as everything in her world focused on a single point: where two mouths connected to form sensations she’d never thought possible. Tingling and buzzing and trembling like she’d never experienced before.
    Too soon, he pulled away.
    “I have to go. Now. Right now. But I’ll be back, okay.”
    Her head felt like it was spinning but she thought she nodded.
    “I’ll be back.”

Chapter Eight
     
    It was the same damn dream he’d had every sleeping night since meeting her a week ago. Her presence filled up his small cabin as if she was actually there, living, loving, sharing in his home. As if it was their home. His bed was hers, and he awoke to her every morning, her pleasured moans better than any coffee to start the day. At night, they talked and laughed in the living room, planning their future. One of his favorite parts of the dream was when she’d let him watch her shower before he took her to bed. To know that he could do that for the rest of their lives, was the most satisfying feeling.
    Trager hadn’t truly thought it possible, but he was happy .
    Until he woke to sunlight and a cold empty bed.
    After four days away from his mate, he could barely even smell her on his jacket anymore. He turned to look at it, where it rested on the edge of the bed. Where he’d kept it since the night of the kiss. So he could smell her.
    Damn. He was a pathetic wolf.
    Trager rolled to a sit and picked up the jacket. Bringing it to his nose, he inhaled deeply. Twice. There was a lot of his own scent but only a scant trace of Kerrigan’s.
    Kerrigan .
    Just her name made his heart beat double-time. He’d gleaned a wealth of information in the time they’d spent together, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted to know everything about her. Her likes and dislikes. Her wishes and hopes and dreams. Her nightmares and fears. Her passions.
    Trager closed his eyes and recalled their kiss.
    Her skin had been satin soft as he’d scented her arousal. It had pulled him from his dream and he’d left the couch to get a better imprint of it. But the more he imprinted, the farther he wanted to go. He’d let his lips graze her neck, and the arousal had gotten stronger, making his own reach nearly uncontrollable levels. He’d tasted her skin, and it went to nuclear.
    He wanted her; she wanted him. But he’d pulled back. He