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coverlet of the bed. Almost immediately, he was on top of her. His body was rock hard and enticing. She was the one to grip his buttocks now, but his clothes were still on.
    She moaned as he moved off her, but only for a moment as she felt his hand slide beneath her shirt, moving upward to gently grasp one breast. He moved his thumb over her bra, stroking her nipple. “Brett,” she moaned, letting go of him just long enough to start unbuttoning her blouse.
    “Let me,” he said. She felt his hands replace hers, then move downward and around until, after moving and gyrating in assistance, she was naked.
    But he wasn’t. Not yet. She edged sideways on the bed just enough to make it clear he had to stay away, yet not long.
    Only long enough for her to help him off with his shirt and jeans.
    And then for her to look at him all over.
    He was every bit as gorgeously masculine as she remembered. His maleness thrust toward her, hard and so alluring that she moved downward and took him into her mouth. He groaned as she teased and sucked…and grew even more aroused.
    Again he seemed to read her mind. He moved her gently away from him and once more she lay on her back on the bed, completely nude. Fully wanting him as, this time, he was the one to play, first with her breasts and then lower, touching her first, then following his hands downward with his mouth while she cried out in her need for him.
    He let go of her for a moment, making her nearly weep from the sudden abandonment. But then she heard the sound of plastic being ripped, knew he was protecting her, protecting them.
    He was quickly back on top of her again. And then, inside her. His thrusts were soft at first but sure. She moved her hips to meet and encourage him.
    As his strength and speed increased, so did her motions in response—mindless, needful, inevitable.
    She cried out as her pleasure reached a crescendo. At the same time, Brett moaned, and Gwynn soared into complete fulfillment.

Chapter Five
     
    Brett lay on top of Gwynn for several long minutes after reaching an orgasm that had rocked him everywhere, from his sated body to his wild but exhausted mind.
    “Wow,” she finally said from beneath him, her skin hot and smooth and still highly enticing to his touch. She wasn’t moving either, though he worried that his weight was too much for her slender body.
    “Yeah, wow,” he echoed.
    “That was even better than…” She didn’t finish. Didn’t have to. But she stirred and added, “Not that things weren’t wonderful before, of course. But this was…”
    “Yeah,” he said again. “It was.”
    Her laugh bounced him slightly, and he rolled over carefully to lie beside her, keeping one arm over her.
    She moved so she was facing him, her head tucked under his chin. Her breathing began to slow, and he let his hand move down her back so he could stroke her buttocks.
    He couldn’t help himself. Even now, when he felt so good, he knew he hadn’t had enough of her, notwithstanding his vow to himself to indulge in sex with her just one more time.
    He might never feel that he’d had enough of her, but he would have to deal with that. He’d found her. Was doing what he had to for his own sake, which happened to coincide with hers despite her not understanding that yet.
    But he wouldn’t let himself get so involved with her again. Maybe, truthfully, it was a touch of revenge he’d had in mind, or maybe it was clear self-preservation, but he would get her to join Alpha Force, then ease himself away from her once more.
    Permanently.
    He was fascinated by shapeshifters. Definitely. But having an ongoing relationship with one? Especially this one, with whom he’d already had a relationship that she had fled from?
    Not on his agenda.
    For now, though, well, another bout of lovemaking could fit onto that amorphous agenda of his if he let it. It was still just one night, even if he indulged multiple times. Maybe he’d indulge even more than one night, too,