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enter. Words of greeting lodged in her throat. He stepped inside and looked around.
    “So, this is it,” he said, his voice low as if he felt her need to adjust to his presence in the space. “I wondered what the inside looked like."
    He walked through the living room, running his fingers down the back of her leather sofa. She shivered and her pussy grew wet, remembering the feel of those fingers on her skin just hours ago.
    He paused beside her entertainment center and peered at her over his shoulder. “Do you mind?” He turned on the radio. Every Breath You Take flowed from the speakers. Still rooted to the spot by the door, she shook her head.
    “Aren't you coming in?” he teased.
    She forced a smile, shocked and bothered by his effect on her. It was more intense than usual.
    “Of course."
    He resumed meandering through her space, his presence filling it up. Finally he stopped at the bar separating the kitchen from living room. She had left the steaks on the counter along with a salad bag and several tomatoes.
    “You're planning on feeding me?” he grinned. “So I'm making progress here, right?"
    The grin transformed him from dangerous predator to sexy bad-boy. She was amazed at her body's intense response. Her pulse jumped and butterflies took flight in her stomach. He was definitely making progress, but there was no reason for her to admit it. Her earlier werewolf suspicions seemed ludicrous in the face of that grin, but better safe than sorry.
    “I haven't eaten much today. It seemed rude to make you watch me eat,” she said. “Unless you aren't hungry, of course."
    She saw that her comment was a mistake as his eyes became heated and lazily studied her. The tension coursing through her body went up another notch. She was primed and ready, her pussy wet and throbbing.
    “I could eat,” he said quietly, seriously, and she was again reminded of a wolf.
    “Good,” she aimed for a breezy tone that sounded strangled to her own ears. “Why don't you fire up the grill?” She nodded toward the open French doors. “I need to grab a quick shower."
    Taking the stairs at a fast clip, she was impressed she hadn't run from the room. She felt his eyes boring into her back as she walked into the large bathroom, pulling her shirt off as she entered. She turned on the water and shimmied out of her jeans, before remembering to close the door. Naked, she turned to do just that and found herself pressed against Darius from shoulder to knee. As she moved to step back, his arms snaked around her, pulling her hard against him.
    “I thought you were going to start the grill,” she said, hating the breathiness in her voice.
    “It can wait,” he answered softly. His hands feathered over her back. “I can't."
    She caught her breath. His simple touch curled her toes. With one hand grasping his shirt and the other cupping the back of his head, she pulled him down for a kiss. She meant to keep it light, a gentle exploration with her tongue. She hadn't counted on the fire he lit in her veins. Would she ever get used to it? Nipping her bottom lip with his teeth, he seemed to inhale her in a violent mating of tongues and lips and teeth.
    She couldn't believe that she liked it and wanted more. Reaching for the edge of his shirt, she tugged upward. He released her and with a few jerky tugs removed his clothes.
    He couldn't believe that he had found her. His mate. And she was giving her body to him. It was infuriating. He was supposed to have her body, and her heart and soul. She was withholding what was rightly his.
    She stood before him, her perfect breasts heaving, with lust and trepidation in her eyes. With her hair spilling down her back and skin rosy, he was amazed at how beautiful she was. She would love him. He would find a way to make her open her heart.
    She tried to step back and hit the counter, where she halted and crossed her arms over her chest.
    Stepping forward, Darius uncrossed them and turned her to face the