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will work much better.”
    “Agreed, it sounds like a wiser choice to me,” Vic said and then he added softly, “you know, sometimes we make choices and they’re not right…but we try to stick to them anyway,” he looked at me intently.
    I frowned. “Hmm, are you trying to give me a message?” Was he insinuating that I should be looking at Evan and Grant as my potential mates instead of Brad Stanford? Who was he kidding?
    Vic furrowed his brow. “Just remember to keep your heart open, Judith.”
     
     

CHAPTER FOUR
     
    “Don’t turn around. Close your eyes…now.”
    I can smell the scent of grass and pine coming from behind me. He must have just come in from a run in his animal. I had heard how a run affected shifters sexually, and the thought excited me.
    “But, I…”
    “Do as I say.” The masculine voice is bold, insistent and commanding.
    My eyes shut tightly, I feel the man’s hands come up from behind me and cover my eyes with a long piece of cloth. I can feel his hot breath on my neck as he ties the blindfold closed. He spins me around, pressing my body against his. Hot breath that smells of honey washes over me.
    It feels good in his arms, yet something inside me can’t accept that I’m not in control. I squirm to break away.
    He presses me tighter to him. “It’s time you let go, Judith. Let go with me…”
    “Well, I…”
    He puts a finger to my lips. “Why try to hide it? I can smell your arousal. Why don’t you admit that you want me? That you want me to take you for mine…give in to your desires, Judith.”
    It’s true. I do want him more than anything…and he knows it. I stop struggling and lean into him.
    “Why are you wearing those clothes?” He demands, as if wearing clothes is a terrible thing. “You should be naked for me.”
    He doesn’t wait for my response and lifts my tank top slowly over my head. When the shirt is half way up and my arms are pinned inside it in the air, he leans in, kissing the top of my breasts. As he licks the sensitive skin there, my nipples grow hard, eager for his lips. He pulls the tank the rest of the way off and I hear a soft whooshing sound as he tosses it aside. As he unhooks my bra, my breasts spill out from the cups and I hear him begin to breathe harder. I shiver, knowing he is looking at my bare breasts and stomach. I have scars on my abdomen from being burned in a fire. I got used to them long ago, but I always wonder what men think when they see them for the first time. Though I can’t see his face, I can sense from his eagerness to free me from my clothes that the marks don’t bother him. His hands tug on my breasts, squeezing and fondling.
    Then he leans in, taking turns nibbling and sucking each one, swirling the nipples with his tongue. He lightly bites them as he holds them in a solid grip. “Your nipples are so delicious,” he moans, pushing his face between my breasts as he hungrily tastes them.
    The sensations send a thrill of pleasure through me. I can feel myself growing wet. I’ve given up trying to stay in control. I want him…every part of him. I reach out to touch him. His arm is slick, with a light layer of sweat. I run my hands over his muscled chest…I can’t see it, but I can feel the firm hardness. I can smell his desire—earthy and wanting.
    He pins my hands behind my back with one of his big hands and uses the other to tilt my face towards him. Brushing my cheeks with his fingers, he moves them to my lips, lightly pressing a finger to my mouth, then gently opens my mouth and pushes his finger inside. He strokes the finger in my mouth back and forth a few times, wetting it. Then he kisses me, holding my face in his hands. It’s a deep, passionate kiss that sends an electric spark shooting from my brain; down to my toes. Then his tongue runs over the length of my neck, along my breasts, and down my belly. He is lightly licking my scars and his tongue feels so healing.
    I feel his hands eagerly grope for the