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clamped onto her knee. “Stay!”
    “Stay? Matt, I’m no—Hey, that hurts.”
    Her sharp tone barely registered. Teeth clenched, she dug her nails into his wrist. “What the hell? Let me go!”
    Pain triggered something in him. Growling, he slid from behind the steering wheel and shoved her against her door. Eyes wide, she glared at him. Was that fear behind the glare? Didn’t matter.
    “Let me go.” Her every word had a drumlike quality. “This is so damn not funny.”
    Although she trembled, she made no move to try to free herself, only looked at him as if she’d never seen him. The day had heated her bare arms, and what he could see of her chest looked sunburned. Cotton covered her breasts. He’d expose them and handle what belonged to him. Take her hard and fast. Leave his imprint on her. Remind her of his superior strength and great need.
    “Matt? Can you hear me?”
    Her lips remained parted. Behind them, he glimpsed straight, white teeth. They’d kissed, of course, but not much and not for long, because they’d always been eager to get to sex itself. As a consequence, he knew little about her mouth.
    Time for that to change.
    Leaning across her while still gripping her upper arms, he aimed. To his relief, her features went out of focus. This way he no longer had to face her questions, her disquiet. Fighting the force trying to break free inside him, he managed a light touch of lips against lips. In contrast, his hold remained firm.
    She turned her head to the side. “What the hell is—”
    “You know you want this.”
    “Damn you.” She swung her head back toward him. “Damn you for—”
    He cut off her words with another kiss, this one stronger and less in control. His muscles contracted and expanded, and his heart pounded.
    Another shudder struck her. Then, breathing quick and unsteady, she returned his crude attempt at a kiss. Dimly aware that it was getting even hotter in the cab, he increased the pressure. His suddenly erect cock pressed against his jeans to hammer home the fact that she was his mate, the female fate had chosen to accept his seed. The animal taking over inside him didn’t care whether she wanted the same thing.
    His mouth still locked with hers, he let go of her arms only to press his hands over her thighs. His brain expanded, pushed against the inside of his skull, risked exploding. Shaking off the possibility of that happening, he clung to the belief that she was his. When, where, and how he wanted.
    Images formed and faded behind his nearly closed lids. He saw a wolf running along the top of a ridge with a dying sunset all around and small animals flattened against the ground so, hopefully, the predator wouldn’t see them.
    Something waited for the wolf, a shadow among shadows.
    “No! Damn it, no.”
    Cat had again turned her head to the side and was trying to push him away. The image in his mind faded, yet enough remained to stir the question of its meaning and what it had to do with him. She drew back her hands, then struck his chest with both fists.
    “Now!” she commanded.
    Despite the distracting pain, he fought to keep the mind-scene with him. The shadow belonged to another wolf. Huge. Fangs bared, it faced the first one. A single howl drifted through him.
    “Matt? Matt, are you listening?”
    Whether it was her question or another blow that got his attention didn’t matter. Straightening, he stared at her. She was nothing like the wolves he’s just seen . The predators had nothing to do with this moment.
    “What?” he managed.
    Instead of answering, she reached behind her and turned the handle, practically falling out as the door opened. She got her weight under her and stumbled back when he joined her. Still confused about what had happened, he rammed his hands into his back pockets to let her know he had no intention of touching her again.
    He didn’t, did he?
    “I don’t want to talk about this,” she told him. “Right now I don’t want to hear your