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radiated from his eyes as he watched the water and bubbles slide over her skin. His hands clenched on her sink so hard she feared he might rip it from the wall. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the ravenous look on his face as her body quivered.
    Knowing she had to do something to break the tension before he pulled her from this tub, she turned the water on again and slid her leg back into the water. “There’s your strip tease,” she said through the constriction of her throat.
    “Worth it.”
    Extending her toe up again, she turned the water back off. The nearly white band around his pupil turned red as he followed every movement she made with a predatory expression. “Julian.”
    His head tilted to the side when his ice-blue eyes met hers again. He released her sink and brought his hands before him. “Need me to go, Dewdrop?”
    No! Yes! No! The words bashed around in her head like a bat trapped in a belfry. She wanted to touch and feel him so badly, yet she knew she wasn’t ready for what that progression in their relationship would mean. She didn’t know if she was ready to have sex for the first time. He already had her heart, would she ever be able to survive the loss of him if he had her body too? There were too many enemies out there hunting them both to believe everything would be okay for any length of time.
    Walking over, he kept his eyes on her face as he knelt beside her and brushed back her damp hair. He leaned forward and kissed her lips. “Maybe we could blow some of these bubbles out of the way or something?” he suggested.
    The teasing glint in his eyes eased some of her tension as she chuckled. “Let’s not.”
    He kissed her forehead and leaned back on his heels. “Take your time.”
    A sense of loss slid over her when he rose and walked over to the doorway. “I thought you were hungry,” she said, unwilling to have him leave already.
    He glanced at her over his shoulder. “I am, but if you move some of those bubbles aside, I’ll be able to wait a little longer.”
    She shook her head and sank lower in the tub. “I like my bubbles.”
    Turning to face her, he rested his hand high on the door jam and leaned against it. “One day, I’m going to climb in there with you and pop every last one of them.”
    Her toes curled at the idea and the promise of his words. “I’ll get out now.” She lifted her fingers through the bubbles to give him a little wave. “Now shoo, before I give you a zap that will make that punch you took to the nuts earlier seem like fun. I’ll make it not work for a week.”
    His smile faded away. “Can you do that?”
    “I’d be willing to find out,” she teased.
    He glanced at his crotch, then shook his head as he turned away from her. “We’re taking hand jobs off the table,” she heard him mutter before closing the door behind him.
    Quinn laughed and rose from the tub. She grabbed the towel dangling from the hook and wrapped it around herself before stepping out. Her need to feed hadn’t been pressing before she climbed into the tub, but she found herself starving. She just wasn’t sure if blood would be enough to satisfy the urges clamoring through her body right then.
    Her resistance to him was melting away; it was only a matter of time before she gave into him completely. She smiled at the realization.
    ***
    Julian released the coyote and sat back on his heels. His gaze drifted over to Quinn as she fed on the coyote she’d caught. The silvery rays of the moon falling over her caused her hair to glisten. Her eyes opened; their golden color shone in the light as she gave the coyote a pat before sending it unsteadily into the night.
    Rising to her feet, she wiped the sand from her knees and brushed back her hair. He continued to watch as she wiped the sand from her ass before turning to face him. Her head tilted to the side when she caught him. “Do I have blood on me or something?” she asked.
    He rose to his feet and dusted the sand off his