Chapter Eighteen
Lucia fumbled with the top button of Jackson's shirt as she sat in the passenger seat of his car. The cotton garment engulfed her in fabric, but it also covered her with his scent. She had to wear it since the shirt she had worn last night tore when she fell down while running from Jackson's wolf. Her hand brushed at the grass stains on her borrowed jeans. She'd tried to wipe those clean but there wasn't much she could do to clean herself up.
She knew she looked like she'd been ravished. Not just because of the stains on her pant legs, or the fact that she wore her lover's shirt to cover his marks. Her fingers trembled, wanting to reach out and touch Jackson who sat beside her operating the vehicle. Her thighs pressed together each time he shifted to press the pedals. He
