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I glanced at the clock. We’d be pushing it, but I’d make it work. “Yup.”

He insisted on lifting me back into the truck—of course—and I followed him there too, even though I already knew the way.

I pushed my long sleeves up as I put the truck in park, my body warming a bit when I got a look at Kai’s studio. The memories of what had happened the last time I was there had definitely not faded.

I doubted they would in the coming days, either.

He tugged me out of the truck, setting me on my feet before leading me to the front door and unlocking it. There was a back one too, but we didn’t bother with it.

I stepped inside, taking a closer look around the first room. There was art all over the walls, some framed, some of it just on canvases. The place was really beautiful.

Off to one side, there was a simple black leather-looking chair with a footrest, angled partially backward.

“Is this where I’d sit if you were giving me a tattoo?” I checked, plopping down on the chair. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but wasn’t particularly comfortable either.

“Yup.” He dragged a rolling chair of his own over to me, sitting down in it at my side. “Where would you want it?”

My eyes gleamed wickedly.

His did too.

Both of our minds had gone straight to the gutter, and I was here for it.

“Here, probably. I tapped my collarbone. “Maybe it would take the attention away from the scars you so lovingly left on my neck.”

He snorted. “That’s on the wolf, not me. And a pretty little throat like this?” He dragged the backs of his knuckles over the side of my neck. “No amount of ink is going to distract anyone from it.” That last sentence was lower and more growly.

“Somewhere else, then?” I asked. “Maybe here?” I tapped on my upper thigh. “I’ve always thought my legs were my sexiest quality.”

He growled at me. “No.”

I waited for an explanation, even as he lowered his hands to my thigh, squeezing lightly.

“No what?” I prodded him.

“Your sexiest quality isn’t physical,” he said gruffly, as his fingers slid up to the waistband of my pants. I lifted my ass off the table as he tugged them down to my knees, leaving my hot pink panties on me.

“What is it, then?”

His fingers slid smoothly up my thigh, and my body heated further.

“Your fire.” One of his hands left my leg long enough to push lightly over my heart. “Your honesty. Your sass. Your determination. Your optimism.”

I rolled my eyes. “Those are just my personality, Kai.”

“Exactly.” His eyes locked with mine, and slowly, my face started to burn.

“Are you trying to tell me that the sexiest thing about me isme?”

“Finally, she gets it.” His eyes left mine, studying my leg as his hands smoothed up to the curve of my hip. “The possessive beast in me would put a wolf, here. Maybe a forest, or a moon. I’d like knowing that I’m on your skin, and seeing it every time you strip.”

My lips curved upward. “You say that like you plan on seeing me strip often.”

“Probably because I do.” The backs of his fingers brushed my core through the lace that covered them, and my belly tensed. “I need these, tonight. The scent on the ones I have has faded.”

My face burned. “You could’ve stolen them out of my dirty clothes bag.”

“Then I wouldn’t get to see those pretty cheeks turn red, though.” He leaned closer to me, slowly dragging his tongue over my cheek. A shiver rolled down my spine, and more heat flooded me. “Do I taste as good to you as you do to me, Spitfire?”

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