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shifted from one foot to another as she felt her pussy lips thicken and her clit swell. Sweat beaded on her brow and upper lip. Carissa began to worry about her health as her knees turned to jelly and her limbs weakened. All of her thoughts disappeared as she began to drown in those azure pools.
    “Are you okay?” The rich tone of his voice had a slight rasp to it.
    Carissa’s gaze slid down to his mouth and settled there. The bottom lip was fuller than the top in a perpetual pout. Straight, bright white teeth were visible, with a hint of the tip of his pink tongue between them. He was saying something, but she wasn’t sure what it was. Her wolf’s whining had become so loud it was difficult to hear anything but that noise.
    “Quiet , ” she ordered, and the wolf’s noises diminished. Carissa took that moment to get her bearings. She brushed her bangs to the side, doing her best to appear nonchalant.
    “Are you okay?” the man repeated. He blinked down at her and she found herself smiling up at him.
    “Of course. Why would anything be wrong?” The words left her mouth before she realized what she was saying. Flames filled her face, and she felt sure her cheeks looked like rosy apples. She cleared her throat. “I mean, I’m fine.” She looked away, praying for her face to cool down, but her gaze skittered back to the man, and then away again.
    She fought with herself, willing herself not to look, afraid she’d stare and embarrass herself more. She needed to go, and now. She made to move around the man, but her feet didn’t budge. She looked down at her shoes, ordering them to start walking, but they didn’t respond. His body-heat beat against hers, adding to the temperature in the store. Carissa dared to look up at him once more.
    Her gaze snagged on his long, straight nose. The nostrils flared, as if taking in her scent. She licked her lips as she lowered her gaze and took in the thickness of his neck. His skin was golden perfection, totally unblemished, as if he spent a lot of time outdoors. She wanted to lick a path up the side of his neck. Would he taste salty, with the tang of sweat?
    A breeze from the door opening wafted his scent toward her. She had expected him to smell like sunshine and dirt, but he didn’t. She leaned her head forward and inhaled deeply. The man’s scent had a soft blush to it, more watery than earthy, but there was a hint of spice in his cologne. That one sniff wasn’t enough.
    She edged forward and leaned toward him this time for a good whiff. Carissa strained her calves as her body bent towards him. What the hell was she doing? She tried to stop herself but her body refused to listen. She rose on tip-toes and got close to his collarbone. She stared at his smooth, velvety skin, and felt a sudden urge to play the tip of her tongue along that shallow indentation.
    She fought to move back. Her wolf nudged her forward from within. “You bitch!” she scolded.
    “You want him too , ” the canine responded, and refused to let her move away.
    Carissa didn’t want to admit it, but there was a desire—a need—to cuddle close to this man and cover herself with his scent.
    The man didn’t even move away; he seemed to edge closer as well, until the tip of her nose was only a hair’s breadth away from his shirt. She took in another breath, pulling the scent into her nostrils, and memorizing it. “God, he smells so good.”
    Her wolf gave a happy yip, agreeing with her. She wanted to nuzzle into the crook of his neck, press against him and absorb his warmth. A soft growl rumbled up his throat, a similar sound answered within her. It caused a cascade of need to crash through her body. Her nipples tightened to thick peaks and her stomach muscles contracted. Her vaginal walls clenched as liquid desire dampened her panties. Shocked, she tried to stumble back, but again was frozen in place by her damned wolf and her treacherous body.
    The sound of a throat clearing brought her back to