Jackson lowered his head to hers and waited to see if she would turn away. She needed to. Something told him there would be no turning back this time.
But if she pushed him off, that could kick some sense into his head. If she reminded him how much her human side wanted to leave him, he wouldn’t have to break his word to himself. He wouldn’t have to fall into the trap again.
But Layla’s breath hitched, and her lips parted. He could see the fire in her eyes as lust poured off her in waves that wiped out any other emotion she had been feeling.
“Do you know what it does to me when you challenge me, my little mate?” he whispered when his lips were a hair’s breadth away from hers. “I swore I would stay away from you. Stop me now, Layla, because this won’t end well for either of us.”
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