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back?”
    “Where?” She didn’t know the answer to his question. She didn’t know if it was okay. She needed more information.
    “Your lips.”
    She nodded. She didn’t think about it, her body just responded.
    Slowly, his hand came up, his middle finger brushing along the seam of her lips until they parted slightly. He traced them with the rough tips of his fingers, moving the metal studs as he went.
    “You’ve got the sexiest mouth I’ve ever seen in my life,” he murmured. “This right here…” He grazed her lower lip and the diamond stud just underneath it. “I want to suck it gently until you moan.”
    Holy fuck.
    Her breath stuck in her throat. Shit. He couldn’t say things like that to her. It would make her sick. It would send her into a panic. It would set her back. She’d have to go to therapy again. It would make her weak and vulnerable. It would…
    But it didn’t do any of the things she expected it to. Her breath finally came. In fact, she was panting. And what he described didn’t make her feel sick. It shocked her, but it didn’t send her into a panic.
    “I bet you moan so sweetly,” he whispered, staring intently at her mouth. His nostrils flared and he licked his lips, giving her a glimpse of the way his mouth would work on her.
    Punk shivered all the way from her head to her toes.
    He closed his eyes, looking pained, and pulled his hand back. “I’m sorry if that was too much. I’m shitty at hiding what I’m thinking.”
    She shook her head. “It’s fine,” she croaked. And it really was. Except for how her stomach flipped and flopped like she’d swallowed a fish.
    There was a whole whirlwind of emotions swirling around inside of her and it was all because of his tender touches and his sexy, sexy words. Touches that shouldn’t make her want more. But they did.
    “Can I touch your leg? I want to see if I can help with the pain.”
    What fucking pain? It was already gone, wiped away in a moment of bliss brought on by Beast’s hands.
    But she didn’t tell him how much the pain had lessened.
    She nodded.
    He pushed the rolled leg of her stretchy yoga pants—the only thing she could fit over the cast—higher up her thigh. His fingers barely grazed her skin as he moved and she squeezed her legs together at the contact.
    It was out of habit. No man belonged there. That’s what she’d told herself for so long.
    He noticed.
    Pausing to look into her eyes, he asked, “Still okay?”
    Punk nodded.
    His large hand slipped behind the knee of her injured leg and started massaging the tendon there, his thumb brushing the top of her knee cap. All the pent up tension, all the pain she didn’t realize remained, all the breath in her lungs… just eased right out of her until all that remained was a lump of putty formerly known as Punk.
    Her teeth came down on her lip to hold in the moan he’d been daydreaming about. She wasn’t about to give it to him yet.
    Yet. Wow, there was a yet . He truly was sneaking past her barriers.
    But did she really want to let him?

Chapter Six
    Beast focused on his mate’s pain. It kept his wolf from wanting to ravish her. It kept his wolf patient. Gave his animal something to focus on besides his guilt and his desire to claim her.
    Carefully massaging her leg as close to her injury as he could get, he let their bond do the healing. Not completely taking the injury, but enough to lessen her suffering. If only their situation wasn’t so difficult. He’d just tell her what he was, explain the way the mating bond works, and heal her.
    But that would be a mistake and he knew it.
    He bowed his head so she couldn’t see him as he closed his eyes. Her skin was so fucking soft behind her knee. Someday he’d kiss her there. Someday. It wouldn’t be soon, but he could wait. He’d already waited this long for her. She was worth it.
    Beast swallowed against the rising in his throat. He’d barely brushed her thighs and she’d squeezed her legs together,