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a condom in hand, then striped off
his t-shirt and jeans. Hollie followed his example
and once he was covered, he positioned himself between her legs again.
    “Are
you sure?” he asked.
    “Yes,
Brock, I need you.”
    In one
swift movement, he pushed his length deep inside her warmth. Hollie accepted him with ease and her tight passage felt as
if she’d been created solely for him. He closed his eyes and tried to regain
some control. He never wanted to leave her embrace.
    Hollie locked her ankles around his waist and forced him deeper. She moaned and
he knew he wouldn’t last long. One more deep breath and he opened his eyes to
make sure she was still okay.
    Her
platinum hair was spread out and surrounded her head in every direction. Her
eyes gave away her desire. The violet had changed to a deep purple and when
they caught the light, they sparkled like rare amethyst gems.
    He
didn’t need to question her again. Hollie needed him
the same way he needed her.
    Brock
pulled back slowly, intent on making their first time memorable, but he soon
gave up the ill-fated plan. Hollie’s moans and gentle
urgent words spurred him on, and they both came quicker than he’d intended. Drained,
he lay down against the back of the couch. Hollie turned, burrowed her face against his chest and fell asleep.
    I’m finally home. Moments later, sleep claimed him.

Chapter Five
     
    Hollie couldn’t help the smile that formed when she’d thought about Brock. Last
night had been so much more than she’d hoped for. The meals he’d made were
wonderful and after much debate, they decided the grilled portabellas would be the
steakhouse’s new signature vegetarian dish.  
    They
talked endlessly over their meal, and Hollie now understood
why he chose to use his business skills over his culinary ones. Even if he was a culinary master. His abilities could entice
her to eat anything. Almost anything—she still had principles.
    The
morning sun had broken the warm cocoon of his arms, but Hollie wasn’t complaining. Brock’s lips planted soft kisses on her lips and stopped
just short of declaring his love. He wanted to see her again, often, and he
felt obsessed by his feelings toward her. He didn’t say the “L” word, and
neither did she, but it seemed they both wanted to.
    Hollie had to tell him about her bunny before he said it, otherwise, she
wouldn’t know if it was true. It wasn’t something she wanted to say before she
rushed off, though, and she had to open the store today. Brock had to work at
the restaurant tonight, but they were going to meet after. She was going to
tell him then.
    Her
four hour shift had seemed endless, and the night seemed so far away. Hollie wanted to see Brock again. Calling him seemed needy
when they already had a date planned for later, but the pull of her mate was
strong, and she was restless.
    An idea
struck and she grabbed her keys and drove to the National Park. She stored her
clothes in the cave, shifted and hopped to Brock’s backyard. If she was lucky,
she’d catch another glimpse of him through the window. The only downfall was if
he saw her. When she told him about her bunny, she’d have to explain why she’d
been in his yard again. Stalking him. No. They’d
already shared their deep desire to be together. He would understand once she
educated him about the mating.
    Like
the previous day, she rested on the patch between the lemon trees and studied
the house alternating between the three windows that faced the forest. She
could smell him and was surprised that his scent was so strong outside, mixed
with all the scents of the forest. Almost too strong.
    The
snap of a twig alerted her to his presence a second too late. Fear caused her
to run, but he was faster. Hollie tumbled into the
bottom of a sack and found herself being hauled away
from the trees in a pillow case.
    Why?
What did he want with her? Had he figured out her secret? Was he hunting for
food? Several thoughts raced through her mind,