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to
Dawson or embarrassment for being a klutz. “Sorry.”
                “ Don’t be.” Dawson’s
lips were a breath away from hers. “I ’ll catch you anytime, sweetheart .”
                Jade wasn’t sure who closed the distance after
that, but in the next moment their lips were touching, and his hands were
around her waist pulling her into him. His heady scent washed over her along
with a wave of heat, and she sucked in a breath as sparks skipped between them
to race along her nerve endings.
                His gloved hands framed her face, tilted her
head back for better access, then slid his tongue inside her mouth. She moaned,
a tiny little sound full of need, as he stroked his tongue with hers, a sensual
expression of desire that sent tremors through her body. More heat unfolded
within her, spreading through her limbs and down between her legs. Her nipples
tightened, and all of a sudden she felt impossibly hot beneath all her layers
of clothing.
                Jesus Christ, she wanted him. And if the
hardness pressing against her hip was any indication, he wanted her, too.
                “ I could do this all day, ” he
murmured, pressing his forehead against hers so he could look deep into her
eyes. The lust she saw shining in the depths of his silver orbs took her breath
away. “ But then we’d never get to dinner. Seven o ’ clock,
right ?”
                “ Right, ” she said breathlessly, the
words fogging in the late afternoon air. Dinner. They were going to dress up
and talk and eat together like civilized people normally did before sleeping
together. But for some reason, right at that very moment, she wanted to do
things the other way around. Which was crazy because she never slept with guys
on the first date. Ever.
                “ Fantastic.” He
kissed her one last time, lingering, his thumbs brushing against her cheeks in
a gesture that was both tender and possessive. And then he headed back into the
lodge. “ See you then .”

Chapter Four
     
     
    Dawson
tugged nervously at the collar of his linen shirt as he stood in front of the
mirror in his bedroom. He was freshly showered and shaved and trying to figur e out
what to wear that would impress Jade while still being practical for the cold
weather.
                Man, you ’ ve got it bad ,
he thought as he turned toward his suitcase and rummaged through it, looking
for something that might resemble a tie. He’d packed for the wilderness, not
for a hot date, and he didn’t have too much in the fancy department. But he
wanted to look his best for her and that meant not throwing on whatever he
first grabbed out of his suitcase.
                Eventually,
he settled on a pair of black corduroy pants and a dark grey sweater to go over his shirt. He kept the snow boots
for practicality and because they didn’t look too much different than dress
shoes. Shrugging on a dark woolen peacoat, he completed the look.
                Alright ,
he thought, smoothing back his hair one more time. He couldn’t even remember
the last time he’d felt this nervous about a date. Let ’s
get going.
                He
stepped out of the cabin and inhaled the crisp, clear evening air. Peace
settled over him like a comforting blanket as he looked out over the tranquil
landscape … until he caught the blink of a pair of golden
eyes from within the darkness of the trees in the distance.
                Wolves.
                Gritting
his teeth, he turned away and started toward the restaurant. A few members of
his pack had followed him out here, no doubt to see what he was up to, and he
didn ’t like being spied on. He’d
made it clear in no uncertain terms that he was going to enjoy his vacation,
and he refused to deal with pack business until he was home again. They had
some nerve showing up right in the middle of his date with Jade.