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Better than good.
Almost happy. No, not almost. Even with that bastard on her trail, when she was with Jude, she felt safe. Like she belonged.
And, yes, dammit,happy.
“I need to know...” Jude’s jaw set as he walked around the desk.
So much for that safety.
He caught her upper arms and held her with fingers that were too tight.
Both temples throbbed now in a hard, fast beat.
“Are things different between us?” Jude asked. “Because of what I told you? Do you... ? Ah, hell!” He kissed her. A deep, toes-curling-yeskiss that had her heart racing and her sex clenching in eager anticipation of what was to come.
His tongue slipped past her lips. Tangled with hers. Tasted.
And she sure tasted him.
Her nipples hardened against the lacy edge of her bra. The points ached, and she rubbed them against his chest, seeking relief. No, pleasure.
Because Jude knew just how to offer pleasure.
His lips broke from hers. “Erin, the way you smell…” His nostrils flared. “Sweet cream and candy—my own treat.”
She gulped and knew that her smell—sweet cream and candy—had to be flowing stronger right then.
His forehead pressed against hers. He sucked in a sharp breath and shuddered.
Or maybe she did.
“Tell me it didn’t change anything,” he growled. “Tell me you know I’m not like that psycho after you.”
Understanding broke through the sensual need. Jude was worried she’d turn from him? Because of his past? And here she’d been afraid that her wolf heritage would send him running.
“I’dneverhurt you, Erin. I swear.”
Her lips brushed over his. Soft, so soft. When there had never been much softness between them. “I know.” And she did. His past might not be pretty. Neither was hers. But the truth was that she trusted him.
Dangerous, she knew. Trusting anyone, especially a shifter, was a big risk. Born with two faces, meant to lie—that’s what some said about the shifters. But Jude was different. He was fighting to protect her. Not trying to hurt her or control her.
Yes, he’d killed. There was darkness in him. She’d felt it. Seen it. Yet Erin didn’t think Jude would ever turn that darkness on her or on anyone else that didn’t deserve the fury of his hunt.
No innocents will be hurt.
She pulled back a bit and tried a smile, hoping to lighten the thick mood and ease a grin back to his lips. That sexy scar—she loved to see it rise up. “Besides, since we’re not mated, I know you’d never go territorial on me.”
He stiffened.
No smile and his face, if anything, seemed harsher.
“Jude?”
His hands dropped. “Mated or not, I already am territorial when it comes to you.”
Her mouth dried. What did he mean? Was it more than sex for him? It was so much more for her, but she hadn’t wanted to hope?—
“I’m not an easy man, Erin. Never will be.” His shoulders were so straight. His hands had fisted. “I’d sooner fucking cut off my own hand than ever lift it against you.”
