“Whoa, not so fast there, handsome. We need protection. Get my purse, will you?” She nibbled on his ear, despising the role she had to play. She had to distract him, get him to stay back a minute so she could get the weapon she had hidden.
He grunted, dropped her legs from his waist, and snatched her purse off the ground before he shoved it into her hands. Tamara tried to dig around for what she needed while he fondled her breasts and invaded her neck with kisses and slow licks. She stifled a sigh of relief when her fingers closed around the handle of her gun.
Antonio looked up from her neck to catch her raising the gun.
He snarled and slapped the gun from her hand, just as the crystal on her wrist flashed with searing pain. It meant he was on the verge of changing into his werewolf for
