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she would be wild in bed. Leaning down, he nipped at her neck as he placed kisses all the way to the tops of her breasts.
    “Give me more.” Her voice quivered.
    “I want to kiss you for a while.”
    She shook her head. “I don’t need kisses.”
    “Yes, you do. More than anyone I know.”
    Gunther thrust his tongue in her mouth. She gasped and he ran his hands down her arms. Her body softened against his. He could smell her pussy begging for him, her juices churning. Someday he’d stick a baby in her. For tonight, he wanted to feel her muscles grip him like a vice until neither of them could breathe.
    Slowly, he reminded himself. They had all night. She’d come to him, which meant everything.
    She liked to wear skimpy clothing so he’d seen some of her ink before. But the one at the very top of her least breast had not been one he’d previously witnessed. A warrior petting a wolf. Both images were small but intricately designed. He stopped his ministrations to stare at the handiwork. The artistic depiction looked just like him. “Judy?”
    She sighed, her skin heating up as she turned one shade closer to red. “Yes, it’s you. I had it done a few months ago. I’d been trying to stop myself from doing it for years. Finally, I gave in to the impulse.” He growled and her eyes widened. “Do you not like it?”
    She’d misinterpreted his sound. His human would have to learn to differentiate the difference in his growls. But that would have to be for another night. “I like it just fine.” He pulled her close again, rolling her beneath him. “I will have one made for myself with you on it.”
    She giggled. “But, you aren’t inked at all.”
    “That can be amended.” He planted a hard, possessive kiss on her mouth. “How did you know that Gunther meant warrior?”
    “I looked it up on the Internet. You know, that thing you hate to use.”
    “You can fix that for me, too.”
    He tugged at her bra until it snapped between his fingers. “I will buy you a new one.”
    Her breasts spread out before him, small and perfect. He wanted them. Now . Pinching the tip of her nipple, he watched as she squirmed beneath him. Her smell had altered so quickly and the cinnamon scent of her arousal made his mouth water in anticipation.
    Above all else, she always smelled like his . Judy turned on only enhanced that sensation.
    Bending over, he sucked on one of her nipples while he played with the other one.
    “I hadn’t expected this much…heat.”
    He grunted his response. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Damn it. They still had on too much clothing. He needed to claim her, to make her his own so she would know she could never run from this molten attraction between the two of them again. “Flip over.”
    Her eyes, already smoky with desire, questioned him. “What?”
    “Do it.” She rolled over and he tugged off her pants. Removing her leathers proved much harder than it should have thanks to his shaking hands. His erection pulled hard against his briefs, and he worried if she actually touched him he might spill himself immediately.
    His effort with her pants paid off as he got to view her long, shapely legs and her black satin undies. “Do you always wear satin under your bike pants?”
    She shook her head. “Almost never. I just felt like putting them on today. Sometimes I like to be girly, where no one can see it.”
    “I always know how feminine you are. Even in your tough guy get up, you are all woman to me.”
    She smelled like cinnamon and tasted like strawberries. They had always been two of his favorite foods. If she would let him, he would eat her up forever.
     
    Judy hadn’t expected this much pleasure from him. So far, he turned out to be a very gentle lover. She thought she might explode from the sheer beauty of his touch alone. Not what she wanted right now.
    Her friend had died just hours earlier in the most horrific, brutal accident she had ever personally witnessed. She needed him to