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what he was seeing. In the fog, his skin glistened with moisture. She was running, hurling herself toward him. He stood and opened his arms, caught her when she collided with his immovable chest. He growled into her hair, a noise she couldn't decode. Was he angry that she had stayed away or glad that she was back?
    He lifted her up into the lean-to. She reached up and pulled his lips down onto hers. There was no hesitation this time, no skittishness. He kissed her back and ran his wet hands underneath her sweater. Julianne shivered beneath his touch.
    He pulled her to the back of the lean-to, as far from the damp outside as they could get, then stripped off her sweater. At the sight of her breasts—her nipples hard from the chilly air—a hungry growl rolled up through his chest and he buried his face between her breasts. He breathed in her scent with a long, deep inhale, then closed his lips around her nipple.
    Julianne's legs buckled beneath her, but his hand at the small of her back held her up and pulled her in closer to him. He was sucking and lapping at her breast as though he were about to eat her up. The urge to cry out overwhelmed her. Normally, this entailed saying her partner's name, but she had no name for this beautiful wild man. It was unbearable, being unable to find any release that way. She felt gagged, mute, unable to speak. When his mouth drew back off her breast and she felt his tongue flick over her hard nipple, she did the only thing left to her.
    She howled.
    His head jerked up and they stared each other in the eye. Julianne knew her face at that moment was as wild and raw with desire as his. He tore off the tiny piece of animal skin he wore around his waist as she unzipped and hopped out of her jeans. Then she was lying on her back on the lean-to floor, her bare skin pressed against his pile of animal hides. The hides smelled earthy and musty, but felt like the softest velvet on her back.
    His eyes were wide and glowing, feral, in the instant before he captured her mouth with his. Her wild beautiful man was out of control with lust, his emotions as untamed as hers were. 
    He ground his mouth against hers, his hot breath uttering sounds that alternated between moaning and growling. He ground his hips against her, his erection tugging at the roots of her pubic hairs. The tiny pricks of pain only made her hips grind back at him harder.              
    Suddenly her lips were cool and exposed, his head gone, only to reappear above her hips. He pushed her thighs apart with his hands, as far as they would go, opening her up to the damp misty air. Before she could even gasp, he buried his face between her legs, his nose burrowing into her soft mound, his lips gently sucking and pulling.              
    Julianne's hips bucked off the floor, but he pressed them back down and held them there. His thumbs spread her open and he pressed hungry, hard kisses along its length. She groaned as he dipped a thumb into the slickness pooling around her entrance. She wanted him. Her hands tugged at his shoulders, trying to pull him up, but he shook them off. 
    She peeked down at the tangled head of hair between her legs. He was staring curiously, reverently at her. She moaned helplessly as he ran a thumb, wet with her juices, up the middle and to the tiny nub of her clit. He switched from his thumb to his index finger as he pressed gently, then harder. Julianne pressed her hips forward, toward his face. She lifted her shoulders off the floor to reach for his head, but he moved just out of her grasp. He was in no hurry.
    "Please. Kiss me," she begged.
    He barked back softly. What was he saying? Wait ? Be patient ? I'm getting there ?   
    He nuzzled his nose into her flesh, inhaling. He ran his fingers lightly down her outer lips, just barely touching them, tickling. The sensation sent fire racing down the veins of her legs straight into her toes. Just when she thought she couldn't stand a minute