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looked
back there in the woods. Her breasts were high and full, just a bit more than a
handful. They were perfectly shaped, tipped with pink nipples that he was dying
to suck. Her belly was slightly rounded and softly feminine enough to make his
cock twitch. Madden’s gaze cruised further down her body, dredging up images of
all the things he’d like to do to her delectable body.
    Oh hell yeah, he wanted to fuck her in roughly fifty
different ways and he would if she gave him half a chance.
    His mouth went dry.
    Shit. Best not go there, not now.
    Thank the gods she couldn’t read the dirty scenarios that
roared to life in his brain or she’d be hightailing it out the door. Mad sucked
in a breath to regain his composure and shifted his hard cock into a more
comfortable position behind the fly of his jeans. Finally he followed her
upstairs to find her flipping on a lamp in the guest bedroom. Once he set her
bag on the floor, he went into the bathroom to draw hot water in the tub.
    He returned to find Lana standing near the bed where she
curiously studied her surroundings. “This is beautiful. It’s so feminine and
girly. I wouldn’t have figured you for the flowery type.” When she turned to
him and grinned, his heart skipped a beat or two. Everything about her
interested him just a little too much.
    “Thanks. Don’t know much about decorating but I found a lady
in Dallas who is an expert at this sort of thing. I built the house myself
about ten years ago and had her come in to put things together for me. My mom
used this room while she was still alive. I hope you like it.”
    She gazed at him, her eyes going all soft and pretty. “Who
wouldn’t?” Smiling, she ran her hand over a dark-purple fur throw at the foot
of the bed then picked it up to rub her cheek against it. Her eyes closed as a
dreamy expression crossed her face. Mad’s belly tightened. Getting out of close
proximity suddenly seemed like a fantastic idea. Finally she looked at him.
“I’ll just unpack, clean up and turn in unless you want to talk with me.”
    Damn straight, there was plenty to discuss. He’d offered his
protection without giving a thought to what or whom she might be running from
and Mad figured he had a right to know what he was in for. But she looked as
though she was about to fall over. “Don’t worry about it tonight. We’ll have a
long talk after you’ve rested.”
    Lana surprised him by walking up and taking his hand. “I
don’t know how to thank you.”
    He could think of a thing or two. He surely could.
    Gritting his teeth was about the only thing he could do
other than pull her into his arms and swear to her that she’d be safe with him.
He knew that would be a lie. Every instinct he possessed told him to lay her on
the nearest bed and fuck her until she screamed his name. That might be what he
needed but it wouldn’t do much toward making her feel protected.
    Removing himself from temptation, he stepped away and headed
toward the door. He had business to take care of tonight and it was best he
remain clearheaded for what he intended. “Don’t worry about anything but
getting some rest. I’m right next door if you need me. Good night, Lana.”
     
    When the door closed, Lana sank to the bed in disbelief at
what the events of this night had revealed. She’d never believed herself to be
a particularly passionate woman and encounters with males of her pack had
elicited very little interest. Now she knew, without a doubt, that she’d simply
not met the right wolf; everything about this guy called to deep feminine
instincts she had thought were absent from her DNA.
    Wow.
    Had she not run from her father’s harsh demands she might,
even now, be chained and mated to a wolf she detested. Now here she was, living
in the home of a man who exuded sex appeal from every pore. Sex on a stick.
Yeah, Mr. Moon the High Alpha was ripped, bronzed, toned and so buff that her
fingers itched to explore every dip and hollow of his