(Danielle)
He was kissing me again, like he hadn't just admitted it was a mistake. I didn't understand what was going through his head, but I couldn't pull away even if I wanted to.
"But you don't want to," Rexi said, heady with the hit of his scent. She loved it a bit too much as well. Usually, she was always there to ground me, but it looked like the wolf had nothing left to say right now.
She sighed.
His kiss didn’t just steal my breath. It burned through me like destruction.
I moaned as his hand went to my thigh, just a whisper of touch at first. A test. A question.
And then he started moving up.
"I want to touch you," he breathed, and I moaned.
"Yes. Yes."
He moved his hand up my thigh. Slow. Torturously slow. Each inch he touched turned my skin molten, turned my resolve to a
