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could go amiss than I can even consider. And then what will I do? When all is lost? How will I continue after it’s all gone wrong?” Her tone was mournful, her words serious, but they still held the husky wisp of desire. As if she spoke them more to convince herself than him.
    He traced the shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue before darting within, thrusting gently but deep into the thin canal. “Isn’t happiness worth the risk?”

    Unable to withstand the sensuous torture any longer, Abigail yanked her hands in his grip. She had no answers for him, no more arguments. No more fight in her after this one stout movement.
    Her wrists slipped free of Wolf’s grasp. She paused, surprised by the limited strength required to release them. The hesitation lasted only a moment before the lust overpowered her. She seized his hair, pulling his head from her body, severing the connection between them with a jerk.
    His mouth fell open. His gaze travelled from her face down her frame, assessing her entire body. He made no move to convince her to remain, insisting that she make the choice to stay on the safe path, or to continue with him off the trail, towards the possibility of much more.
    His tentative response illustrated his doubt that she wanted this tryst as much as he did. However, Abigail had already accepted the depth of her desire. She couldn’t go back to safety. Her quivering limbs and fogged mind wouldn’t let her. She might be sorry in the morning, but for this night she’d experience all he offered. At least then she’d have this one exhilarating memory to replay for the rest of her tame existence.
    Pulling his head towards hers, she captured his lips. She devoured his mouth, his lips parting to allow her tongue entrance. She thrust into his mouth and moaned, tangling her fingers through his hair. She’d come this far, dared this much, she’d get her fill before turning back. No matter the cost.
    She explored the warm cavern of his mouth, stroking the inside of his cheeks and teeth, delighting in the woodsy taste of him. His hands, now free from holding her, roamed her body. He discovered her rounded hips, caressing each of her curves with a conquering hold that made her dizzy.
    Her breath grew shallow and ragged against his mouth as he slid his hands up her body. His palms covered the moderate swells of her breasts. The friction of her clothing against her nipples excited them into tight, aching points.
    He thrust his thigh between her legs, stroking against the junction. Wetness wept from her sex as she moved and clutched Wolf in search of relief from the throbbing deep inside her. Her ultimate fulfilment was just out of reach, yet within Wolf’s power to bestow.
    He drifted his fingers down her bodice, unlacing the fastenings with ease. He brushed each newly exposed inch of skin as he freed her from the confinement. She pushed closer, silently begging for more, pleading for him to move faster, to give her as much as he could for this one moment.
    Needing no more encouragement from her, Wolf untied the knots constraining her breasts from his seeking palms. The fabric of her bodice rolled off her, dropping to the floor with a dull thud against the wooden planks. The scarlet folds of her skirt dropped in a puddle around her ankles. Stepping out of the garment, Abigail used her toe to nudge the fabric away.
    The warmth and weight of her freed breasts within his grip registered an approving snarl. He kneaded the supple flesh. His rough palms stimulated her through the thin chemise. The gauzy fabric was all that separated her from Wolf’s true power. Pulling the linen tight across her chest, he dipped his head to torture one tight nipple. With his tongue and teeth, he created sensations across her skin unlike anything she’d experienced before. She ached for what she sensed he would give her, so close and still too far away.
    He panted and pulled back from her, his fingers fumbling when he’d been in such