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He was right in front of her now. He reached down and pulled her to her feet, his hands gently enclosing her wrists.

“How do I know you won’t try to dominate me?” she asked.

“I probably will.” He eased her toward him, his lips grazing her cheek. “I’m a dominant kind of wolf.”

She whispered, “I hate being dominated.”

He backed her slowly toward the wall. “Are you sure about that?”

The low, sexy timbre of his voice sent shivers right down to her core. She felt a rush of heat between her legs.

She said, “I don’t like being controlled. I like to be in control.”

Her back was against the wall now. Very slowly, he raised her arms so they were pinned loosely against the wall. “What if it wasn’t about control?”

She pulled her arms away from his grip, and he let go of them immediately, freeing her. He held her gaze with his.

“What if it was about trust?” He moved in closer, his hand sliding around the back of her neck, his lips brushing hers. “What if it was about letting go, and letting someone else give everything to you?”

He ran his other hand oh, so lightly up the inside of her arm. “What if you didn’t have to do anything but let me love you?”

She was surrounded by his masculine scent, the heat from his body. His cock was pressing against the front of his jeans—she could feel it, just barely, where their hips touched. He dipped his head and kissed her, softly at first. Then as she responded, he deepened the kiss, tasting her, his tongue sliding over the inside of her lower lip.

Ashley gave a soft moan.

Israel captured her wrists again and stopped, waiting for her response.

Slowly, she pulled her arms back against the wall, so they were once more pinned by his hands. He gave a slow, sexy smile and pressed his lips against hers, claiming her mouth again. His kisses trailed down her neck to the soft, tender place under her ear. He sucked gently at the skin, than ran his tongue over it.

He whispered, “What if you gave up all control, just for a little while?” He moved his lips across her jaw. “What if you trusted me to take care of you?”

Her eyes flew open. “I don’t know if I can do that.” But she wanted to. She wanted to so desperately.

His lips forged a trail of fiery hot kisses down to her collarbone. He was still pinning her arms against the wall, but his touch was warm and gentle. Knowing he’d let her go any time she wanted made her want to stay.

She wanted to know what it would feel like to surrender.

“Tell me I can be in charge,” he murmured, a sexy, wolfy growl in his voice. He bit her neck, very softly. “Go ahead. I dare you.”

She loved the feel of baring her neck to him. She loved his strength, and she loved the alpha energy that made her want to let him have his way with her.

He kissed her neck again, sucking the skin gently, making her shiver.

She let go—and trusted.

“You can be in charge,” she whispered.

She felt him smile, and he bit her neck softly again.

Oh, hell. What had she just done?

To her surprise, he let her go and backed up slowly, putting his hands on his hips and letting his gaze rake her body. The intensity in his eyes made her weak in the knees.

“I want you to take off your shirt,” he said. “And your bra.” He just stood and waited for her to do what he said. He looked so calm, standing there, until she saw his cock straining the front of his pants, and the way his breathing was growing faster.

He wanted her. Badly.

She felt a surge of power rush through her. This was a game—an incredibly erotic one. And he was still daring her to play, to find out what it would be like not to be in control. Of anything.