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were both more than aware.
    “ You’ll stay like this, right? You won’t be like…” she barely whispered the word, “a bear at any time, right? That would sort of freak me out. Okay, that’s an understatement, it would majorly freak me out.” She was rambling now, talking faster and faster.
    Jagger brought his finger to her lips. “Shh, just me, just like this.”
    She steadied her breathing and forced herself to calm down, and as she nodded yes, he leaned in and kissed her again. Jagger slid his hand down to find hers, and interlocked his fingers around Ingrid’s. He gave her a small squeeze, as if to say it would all be alright.
    She pulled back from his sweet, succulent lips and looked into his eyes. She felt almost breathless, her head growing dizzy. She knew it was a mix of anticipation and anxiety. He watched her, and then let his gaze fall back to her lips. He needed another taste. He’d taste her all eventually, her lips, her tongue, her sweet, salty skin, her golden honey, but he intended on taking his time and enjoying every moment of it. As raw and urgent as the night started within him, he found himself peaceful and content with her here. He knew why. She was the one he wanted. Nature had decided for him.
    Jagger pulled her closer. Wrapping his burly arms around her, he held her tightly. Her softness squished against him, stirring his insides. He loved her extra padding. There was something erotic and womanly about it.
    In his arms, she felt safe and yet there was still that hint of nervousness flushing through her. It left her edgy, heightening her senses. She’d never done it with a…shifter… no, no, don’t look at him that way. He’s a man. He’s in his human form . The thought of his big strong and powerful body had her panties dampened from her arousal. She couldn’t hide her lust. She couldn’t deny her desires. And she didn’t want to. She needed him now. She’d figure out the rest later. Damn the consequences, her body was screaming out for his touch.
    Jagger lifted his hand to Ingrid’s cheek and stroked it while looking into her eyes. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed her now. His lips brushed against hers, and licking across them tenderly, he pushed his tongue into her mouth. He’d try to hold back and try to contain the raw lust eating away at him. He’d try to go slow, try to keep himself somewhat leashed, but his passions were burning hot and heavy.
    His mouth was hungry and sucking and teasing her tongue, he drew his fingers deep into her hair and pulled her closer. He wanted her as close to him as he could get her. It was as if mere inches were miles away. Kissing her wasn’t enough. He needed to consume her.
    Their mouths worked in rhythm, in sync, each yearning for the other. Tongues dancing, lips being nibbled, tasting…touching…Jagger let his hand drop from her hand and slid it over her back. He wanted to tear her clothes off and ravish her body. Reign it in, Jag, reign it in , he told himself. Don’t scare her away .
    Ingrid was caught up in the moment of passion. His hand slipped up under her shirt. She tingled with electricity feeling his hand on her skin, and sighed into his mouth. She wanted this as much as he did. Lifting her shirt off, he dropped it onto the floor and reached around to unhook her bra. She watched his face as he stopped to work. He could have easily slipped it off with one quick move, but the slower movements…he loved when she watched him. She was mesmerized by him, and it fed his ego.
    He tore his own shirt off and pressed skin to skin, feeling her breast mold into him. The call was too deep. Stepping back for a moment, he touched her breast, cupping it and then squeezing her. Lowering his mouth, he took her nipple between his lips and suckled, milking her nipple with his tongue and nibbling with his teeth.
    Ingrid moaned under her breath and arched her back, lost in delight. Each time he sucked a little harder, a bolt of