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over his shoulder. I wiggled and beat my fists against his back. I tried grabbing onto his tapered waist to push myself free. But nothing seemed to work against his brute strength. Damn it! I felt like a chick straight out of a bodice ripper or maybe some creepy horror flick.
    “Put me down! Now!”
    Josef pulled me off his shoulder and the world shifted. My stomach did a nasty set of flips that would make any gymnast jealous. When my feet hit the floor my back also bumped into a car door. Now just where the hell had a car come from all the way out here? Did Josef really have me that distracted that I didn’t notice my surroundings? Not wise, Dara. Not wise at all. One hot guy chases after me and my brain takes a vacation.
    His larger frame caged me against the passenger’s side door. Looking up into his eyes I knew the beast was riding him hard. Low rumbling growls left his chest with every breath. Josef the man was no longer holding tightly to the reins. He was in full mate claiming mode now. Nothing I could say or do would sway him and that was very bad for me.
    “You’ve had others.” His eyes narrowed.
    “Well duh, this is the twenty-first century.” He growled in response, but I wasn’t deterred. “What cave did you crawl out of?” I shot him a condescending look.
    Of course I’ve been with guys, though nothing overly serious. I couldn’t bring myself to get serious with a guy when they weren’t the man I had been pining over for eleven years. No other would do for settling down with, than my childhood crush. Now was so not the time to think of Pastor Rathbone, not when a hormonally driven werewolf had me pinned to a car.
    Besides, Josef wasn’t my father, so I didn’t need to answer to him. I was a hot blooded woman just like any other. Did he think I had been taking cold showers since I became a woman, while I waited for Mr. Right? That fantasy had gone down in flames faster than the Hindenburg.
    Realization dawned behind his feral blue eyes. He must have figured out that I hadn’t just had one lover. Of course I wasn’t about to tell him that it had only been one guy to ever hit a home run. That wasn’t any of his concern.
    Josef gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. “How many?”
    His skin had gone so hot that it burnt and I had to jerk out of his grip. The man was losing the battle with the beast. Soon all that would be left of Josef would be his wolf. There was no telling what he would do if provoked. But there was also no telling what would happen if I allowed him to do as he pleased with me.
    Some people were never themselves again after being with a werewolf. It was as if they had a hit of the best drugs they could get their hands on. The sexual high of being with a Were was beyond anything you could ever experience or so I’ve been told. Yet, as with any drug the withdrawal was worse than imagined. There was no way I was going to be addicted to Josef. I wasn’t willing to walk around like a heroin addict looking for another hit. No matter how damn hot he was.
    So when in doubt be snarky, at least that’s my motto. “More than you could shake a stick at, wolf boy.”
    Josef leaned forward, his mouth a hare’s breadth away from my own. His eyes were alight with mischief. His tongue darted out to wet his lips and I couldn’t help but follow the movement with my eyes. It was like I was being pulled under by a riptide.
    “No matter. I’ll make you forget everyone before me.” His bravado was unflappable, cocky werewolf that he was.
    I didn’t even have a chance to answer him as his mouth closed over my own. The kiss was soft, not demanding as I thought it would be. Fire raced through my veins chasing every sane thought away. His mouth kept a steady rhythm, coaxing a moan from me.
    Ever the opportunist Josef slipped his tongue past my lips. When he caressed my tongue with his own that was my undoing. With a desperate hunger I never knew I possessed, I answered his kiss. Our