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nipple. It pebbled into a painful point at his touch and, while the dampness between her legs grew, she faced her dilemma head on.
    She knew a dozen werewolves and their mates and, without fail, they shared the same beginning.
    Were sees woman, were claims woman without the slightest thought or consideration for what she wants.
    Usually it worked out, but she’d seen some very bad matches. Matches that were obviously Fate’s idea of a big cosmic joke. A little getting to know you time beforehand might have prevented those disasters.
    Hey, you never know, right? One thing she’d discovered in her research was that a werewolf could bond with any woman, despite what their mythology told them. There was no magic formula.
    What if Jackson had screwed up? What if they were a terrible match and he’d doomed them to her grandparents’ fate? Her body tensed up again at the thought.
    Groaning, Jackson stopped his ministrations and rested his chin on top of her head. “How long is the silent treatment going to last? I can’t start to make this better if you won’t talk to me, Summer.” She bit back a laugh. He was worried about her refusing to talk to him? He didn’t want her for conversation in the first place. She spun around to tell him as much but the words stuck in her throat. To judge by the look on his face, he was dead serious. Great. How do I deal with this?
    She shook her head. “I’m not. I’m just used to working things through on my own, and you have to admit there’s a lot to deal with here.”
    “Well get un-used to it,” he said gruffly. “You aren’t alone anymore.” She felt a curious wrenching in her heart at his words. The long buried sorrow at being left alone, orphaned as a young teenager, arose. She spared a moment for it, closing her eyes against the painful memory of her parents’ deaths and the dysfunctional adolescence in her grandmother’s house. Jackson’s hands were on her again, his warmth stealing into her soul like a thief in the night.
    “What is it, baby?” he asked softly.
    Forcing a small smile, she shrugged, unconsciously leaning closer to him. “Old memories. Nothing important.”
    She leaned her forehead against his chest, amazed at how hot his naked torso was despite the cool room. Her hands crept up the smooth expanse of his back, and she heard a hitch in his breathing.
    Suddenly the last thing in the world she wanted was to talk. Turning her head to the side, she found his nipple with her tongue, circling it lightly before flicking over the hard nub.
    He groaned. “If you’re trying to distract me, it’s working.” Her laugh sounded low and husky to her ears. Sexy. Sultry. Words she’d never used to describe herself. As confused as she was about the future—their future—she was surprised he brought it out in her. But the major benefit in the situation was apparently the revival of her dormant sex life. It was a start.
    “A little distraction is exactly what we need,” she whispered.
    She continued exploring his body with her tongue, swirling it over both his nipples before inching downward. Dropping to her knees and edging lower, she licked old scars and new, outlined the hard ridges of his abdomen, circled his belly button.
    She caught and held her breath when her fingers paused over the snap of his jeans. Was she going this far? Looking up, she watched his face and knew she was. His jaw was hard, his light blue eyes glowing down at her. Breath fast and shallow, he made no demands. Maybe that would come later, if this odd new relationship changed to one of trust. For now, his gaze seemed to say he’d take whatever she offered. It was as if he was trying to give her back some of the choice he’d stolen.
    Summer popped the snap open and eased the zipper down. She slid his jeans down to the floor, and he kicked them off. Breathing out a sigh of admiration, she let her gaze wander up his legs. He was well muscled, but lean and now completely naked. In the rush