When I only nervously licked my lips, he touched the bottom of my chin. Lifting it to draw my eyes to his piercing blue ones.
“Are you so sure, you don’t want me to take you now?” He reached intimately to caress the inside of my thigh, over my dress, slipping his hand up. Inch by inch. Bunching the fabric against my center. His hand finding the place already superheated.
My hands fluttered and I dropped my head back on the wall, completely unprepared for his nearness.
Or the effect it’s having on me.
Swallowing hard, I fought for control. I knew it was nowhere near a Mating Moon.
So why am I reacting so wildly?
I could feel the response of my she-wolf. Writhing just under my skin. My arms rippled like a wave under my skin, as my body struggled against the change.
Don’t. I willed
