Still, she fought him. With teeth and claws and everything wild that would not be denied. “Let me go.”
“Shhh,” he attempted to soothe her, trying to hang on to her while she lashed out and struggled to get away.
Could he not see what she was becoming? Did he not feel her silken pelt erupting on smooth skin?
Evidently not. At five feet eight inches and a hundred and twenty pounds, she was no match for his six-feet-plus height and muscle. She could feel her bones sliding back into place, and the edges of her vision blurred as wolf acquiesced to human form.
She was going to pass out. Needing all of her strength to remain conscious, she stopped struggling.
“Let me get you into the house. You’ll be all right, I promise.” Obviously believing this was some sort of seizure, he continued murmuring. When they reached the kitchen door, he turned the knob with one hand, kicked it open and carried her to the sofa.
Gently, he placed her on the worn cushions, sliding his arms out from under her. Desire slammed into her, blazing fire through her veins. As he straightened to move away, she grabbed him.
“Wait. Don’t go.” Out of control, she pulled him down and kissed him. The feel of his mouth opening under hers was like adding gasoline to an inferno.
She felt the catch of his breath as he returned her kiss. Triumph, heady and compelling, fueled her need. Now, she would have him now, wrapped around her, buried deep inside her.
Using her hand, she tore at his clothing.
“No.” He ripped his mouth away. Chest rising and falling rapidly, he straightened, glaring at her with desire still dark in his eyes.
Unable to help herself, she writhed on the sofa, her hand where his body should be.
“Stop it.” His sharp order sounded like rusty nails, and she laughed, taunting him.
“You want me, I know. I can see.” Lifting her dress, she moved her hips, mimicking the motion of sex. “I’m wet, I’m ready.” She reached out, meaning to stroke the huge bulge in the front of his pants.
Instead, he captured her hand. “Jewel, stop.” He sounded as if he was gritting his teeth.
“I can’t,” she cried, giving him honesty, her need pushing away everything else. “Please, Colton. Please.”
Their gazes caught, held. For the space of one heartbeat she thought he might give in to what they both wanted.
Instead, he shook his head. “Not until you tell me what’s going on.”
“I…can’t. That’s the truth.” A single tear rolled down her cheek, startling her.
Colton walked to his truck. He drove off in a screech of tires, leaving her alone with her desire and her pain, a caged wild animal, unable to break free.
