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“Why don’t I just stop talking all together? I can think of all kinds of things to do with my mouth that you’ll enjoy more.”
    Her fingers curled on his cheek. “But we need-”
    He slid his tongue past her lips, stroked away her objection. “No buts.”
    “Yes but,” she insisted, but she sounded less convincing. 
    “You talk,” he suggested, smiling against her lips. “My mouth is going to be busy.” His hands slid down her arms, his lips down her cheek, her neck. He nuzzled her ear. “You smell good.” Her scent had always driven him crazy, testing his willpower. 
    “Shi damn it, stop trying to distract me. There are things that I want to say to you and...” She moaned as he caressed her breast, scraping his teeth over her nipple through the thin silk of her blouse and then panting, “I can’t say them when...you’re doing that. Behave for just a minute.”
    He’d been behaving for over a year. He wasn’t doing it tonight, but he didn’t say that. Actions spoke louder than words, but he’d let her get a few more in before he made sure she was otherwise occupied. Shi slid down her body, lingering at her stomach and kissing the velvety soft skin there, before caressing a path down her hips to stand up. “What did you want to say?” He tossed one of her boots and then the other, and went to work on his own.
    She lifted up onto her elbows. “I wanted to talk about my father.”
    “What about him?” he asked, tugging his shirt over his head and flinging it away.  
    Her eyes raked over his naked torso. “I…about...I forgot.”
    “I don’t remember you being forgetful.”
    “That’s because you always kept your clothes on even when I didn’t want you to.”
    He wanted her like he had never wanted anything in his life, not even when he was paired with a mate who was already of age. “Let’s start with yours.”
    She sat up. “Wait!” Her hands went to his.  
    He froze and glanced up at her, arching an eyebrow in silent question. 
    “I’m suddenly nervous. Really nervous.”
    He slid a hand to her cheek. “You have no reason to be nervous.” He leaned in and nibbled her ear. “Not with me. Not ever.” He inched her blouse upward and pulled it over her head, and she let him toss it aside. His gaze dropped to her breast, high and full, the lace of her black bra framing them perfectly, and he had to inhale to control himself. He would not rush this.  She was nervous. Hell, part of him was nervous, and he didn’t get nervous. She mattered though. Carmen mattered like no one and nothing had in a very long time. 
    His gaze lifted to hers, their eyes colliding, electricity charging the air and his hand slid back to her cheek. “Don’t be nervous.”
    She covered his hand with hers. “You have like a hundred years of experience on me.” Her voice was soft, breathless. 
    His blood ran icy at the idea of another wolf touching her. 
    Her nostrils flared, her eyes going wide. “Don’t make assumptions. I can smell them all over you. I’ve not been with anyone, Shi. How could I when I wanted you?”
    Relief washed over him and he watched her relax with him, her shoulders easing just a bit. “Good,” he said, running his thumb over her full bottom lip the way he’d wanted to almost hourly for all those months as her bodyguard. “I’d have killed any wolf who touched you.” There was no apology in his tone, no remorse. He was a wolf. No one touched his woman but him. 
    She laughed without humor. “I’m going to justify how much I like how possessively you just said that by reminding myself there’s no wolf to kill.” 
    He eased her back onto the mattress, framing her body with his. There was so much he wanted to say to her. Like this is how it is between mates. Like she belonged to him and him to her. That even if biology said differently, she was the woman he loved. But he didn’t. He couldn’t, because Shi knew that if they weren’t mates, he couldn’t fairly ask