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could practically feel the quilt against his forearms, her naked body beneath his. A shudder raced through him and…
    Damn . A bolt of heat shot straight to his groin, and he rocked against her again, unable to resist. His shaft felt ready to split as is slid up her belly, aching beneath his jeans.
    “Mmm. What’s that?” She tipped her head back with a gasp, her eyes focusing slowly, staring over his shoulder.
    “Just your phone,” he said, unable to keep from breathing hard as he held on to her, one hand on her hip and the other still in her hair, itching to guide her back to him. His lips felt hot, tingling. Almost bruised. Hers looked swollen, and the sight amped his raging desire up even higher.
    The electronic melody coming from the kitchenette died out, and he crushed his mouth against hers again, picking up where they’d left off.
    She responded enthusiastically … until her phone rang again.
    “What if something’s going on with Mandy?” she asked, her expression pained. “The baby…”
    He relinquished his hold on her, though it went against every natural instinct he had. “Better go answer it.”  
    She rushed to the kitchen, hair flying behind her reddened cheeks.
    He watched her go, eyeing the tight heart shape of her ass beneath her jeans, the long lines of her legs. Time hadn’t stolen the willowy figure he’d been admiring since the first time he’d eyed her from across a bar, where she’d carried trays of drinks and food with a natural grace. Softened it a little, maybe, but not at all in a bad way – her hips and breasts were a little fuller than he remembered, and he couldn’t take his eyes off them.  
    God, she was beautiful. And she was his. His heart surged, sending what blood that wasn’t below his belt straight to his head, giving him a rush.
    Being back in the real world – being around others again – was staggering to his senses and his mind. Sometimes it felt like he’d spent the past couple decades being colorblind, and now, everywhere he looked the world was bright and vivid again, almost overwhelming, colorful in ways he’d forgotten it could be. The least little thing – the cookies Mandy had made, the sound of a friendly voice – were extraordinary, and Kimberly was absolutely otherworldly.
    He liked it. Sometimes it left him reeling for a few seconds, frozen by disbelief, but he liked it.
    “Hello?” Kimberly picked up her cell phone, and after a couple seconds, her eyes went wide. “Really? Are you sure?”
    More silence.
    “Okay... I’ll let him know.” She ended the call and set the phone down, turning to Michael again.
    “Let me know what?” A prickle of unease zipped down his spine. It occurred to him that something might be wrong, and the world instantly felt darker. More real.
    “That was Mandy. According to Jack, Ronnie says that some members of the search party who found the hiker – after us, I mean – have gotten a real bee in their bonnet over the footprints and the bite marks found on the body. Jack wants everyone to lie low just in case – avoid that area for now, especially in wolf form.”
    Michael nodded as his uneasiness began to ebb. It wasn’t like he had any desire to return to the scene of the accident. “Hell, I don’t even want to leave the cabin.” A fresh wave of lust swept through him, pounding in his temples.
    She smiled, her swollen lips curling slowly, and an answering light flashed in her eyes, nearly bringing him to his knees.
    He went to her, reached for her, drawing her up hard against the front of his body, right in the middle of the kitchen. The bed was farther away than ever now, but he couldn’t wait. Nearby, the tabletop was empty, inviting.
    “Mmm.” She moaned as he pressed his mouth against the side of her neck, teasing with tongue and teeth, unable to resist biting a little.
    God, what would it be like to mark her? The thought streaked through his consciousness like a comet, setting his imagination on