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this release. It says you decided to leave against doctor’s orders.” She turned to Laura. “Here’s his prescription,” she said coldly.
    As the nurse left, Michael climbed out of bed and took off the hospital gown, revealing his massive upper chest, which was wrapped like a mummy, as well as the big bandage on his lower side. The biggest bruise Laura had ever seen decorated one hip. Despite his injuries, he was still gorgeous. Superbly muscled, olive skinned, wolfish hair falling into wolfish eyes above a mouth that promised long, sensual kisses. She longed to taste his mouth, to feel his lips on hers, to feel his lips on her…”
    She made herself stop. Determined to avoid looking anywhere near his sex, she studied his hands intently. Desire immediately flooded through her again. She wanted those hands on her, caressing her, holding her tight, stroking her breasts… She shook her head. She had to stop this.
    He seemed to be without shame or modesty—but then she’d already seen him nude, already held his body against her own nakedness. She blushed, remembering the feel of him cold and hard against her, remembering the intensity of his gaze on her. But that was then—what about now? What the hell could she be thinking, taking a stranger home to live with her—a stranger who was also a wolf? It was crazy; it made no sense that he could be both human and animal, yet he was. She’d have a man-wolf in her house. A damnably sexy man-wolf.
     
     
    Chapter Five
     

     
    Michael studied Laura as she drove. She did nothing to play up her looks. She wore her dark brown hair pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of her neck. She wore a beat up-looking navy jacket that came down past her hips over a flannel shirt and down vest. Her jeans were on the baggy side and her boots, stained and worn, were the purely serviceable kind. But he knew what lay beneath those unflattering clothes, what had made him turn from wolf to man. He’d felt it start, the transition from beast to human, while she stroked him, but he’d managed to hold back, to stay wolf. Then the sight of her full breasts, her small waist, and curvaceous hips, and the black curls hiding her sex… He’d lost control. Now, he felt himself grow hard just thinking about her beautiful body and forced himself to stop. Instead he studied her face: The flawless skin devoid of powder or paint, the black lashes that surrounded dark blue eyes. The shine on her pretty, curvy lips probably came from ChapStick. Suddenly he wanted desperately to kiss those lips. He wanted to ask her to pull over to the side of the road so he could take her right there, in the front seat of her truck. He turned and looked out the window at the snow and reminded himself bitterly that she knew he was partly an animal and might never want him. But if he had any chance with her, any chance that she might come to want him, he wasn’t going to hurry her. He would wait and hang around and hope that someday she would be his. Damn if it wasn’t was hard, though.
    Since he’d first seen her, he’d lost interest in other women. He’d watched and studied her for months, hungering for her, longing to make her his own, and that had been when he was wolf more than half the time. Now that he was all man and close to her, he could barely control his desire.
    A month after he’d first seen her, his longing for her became intolerable. That evening, he transitioned into a man and pulled out the clothes and money he had stashed deep in the branches of a small evergreen tree. Thinking he could slake his thirst for her with some other woman, he’d gone to the big tavern out on the highway.
    He’d drunk too much and danced for hours, feeling up several of his all-too-willing dance partners. He’d gone to the motel next door with a couple of women. They’d giggled when he asked them to go with him, saying that they never thought they’d do a threesome, but they’d gone with him just the same.
    In the