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followed her over to an alcove against the far wall where she had a
    mirror
    set up, with a multitude of beaded chokers and earrings that were on
    cardboard
    stands around it.
    The scent of her made him hard and hot. It was all he could do not to dip his
    head down to her shoulder and just inhale her scent until he was drunk with
    it.
    He focused his gaze on the bare, pale skin of her neck
    He licked his lips as he imagined what she would taste like. What it would
    feel
    like to have her lush curves pressed up against his body. To have her lips
    swollen from his kisses, her eyes dark and dreamy from passion as she
    looked up
    at him while he took her.
    Even worse, he could sense her own desire and it whetted his appetites even
    more.
    "Which is your favorite?" he asked, even though he already knew the
    answer.
    There was a black Victorian choker that had her scent all over it. It was
    obvious she had tried it on recently.
    "This one," she said, reaching for it.
    His cock hardened even more as her fingers brushed the black onyx stones.
    He
    wanted nothing more than to run his hand down her extended arm, to skim
    his palm
    over her soft, pale skin until he reached her hand. A hand he would love to
    nibble.
    "Would you try it on for me?"
    Bride trembled at the deep tone of his voice. What was it about him that
    made
    her so nervous?
    But then she knew. He was intensely masculine and being under his direct
    scrutiny was as excruciating as it was disconcerting.
    She tried to put the necklace on, but her hands shook so badly that she
    couldn't
    fasten it.
    "May I help?" he asked.
    She swallowed and nodded.
    His warm hands touched hers, making her even more jittery. She looked in
    the
    mirror, catching sight of those hazel-green eyes that stared at her with a heat
    that made her both shiver and burn.
    He was without a doubt the best-looking man to ever live and breathe and
    here he
    was touching her. It was enough to make her faint!
    He deftly fastened the necklace. His fingers lingered at her neck for a minute
    before he met her gaze in the mirror and stepped back.
    "Beautiful," he murmured huskily, only he wasn't looking at the necklace. He
    was
    staring into the reflection of her eyes. "I'll take it."
    Torn between relief and sadness, Bride looked away quickly as she reached
    to
    take it off. In truth, she loved this necklace and hated to see it go. She'd
    bought it for the store, but had wanted to keep it for herself.
    But why bother? It was a six-hundred-dollar handmade work of art. She
    didn't
    have anywhere to wear it. It would be a waste, and the pragmatic
    Irishwoman in
    her wouldn't allow her to be so foolish.
    Pulling it off, she swallowed the new lump in her throat and headed for the
    register.
    Vane watched her intently. She was even sadder than before. Gods, how he
    wanted
    nothing more than to have her smile at him. What did a human male say to a
    human
    female to make her happy?
    She-wolves didn't really smile, not like humans did. Their smiles were more
    devious, seductive. Inviting. His people didn't smile when they were happy.
    They had sex when they were happy and that, to him, was the biggest
    benefit to
    being an animalrather than a human. Humans had rules about intimacy that
    he had
    never fully understood.
    She placed the necklace in a large white box with a cotton pad in the
    bottom.
    "Would you like it gift-wrapped?"
    He nodded.
    Carefully, she removed the price tag, set it next to the register, then pulled
    out a small piece of paper that had been pre-cut to the size of the box.
    Without
    looking up at him, she quickly wrapped the box and rang up his sale.
    "Six hundred and twenty-three dollars and eighty-four cents, please."
    Still she didn't look at him. Instead her gaze was focused on the ground near
    his feet.
    Vane felt a strange urge to dip down until his face was in her line of sight.
    He
    refrained as he pulled his wallet out and handed her his American Express
    card.
    It was laughable, really, that