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“I don’t understand,” she cried, unwilling to let him go without a fight. “What happened? What did I do wrong?” It was a question she’d asked through her tears too many times as a child. One she’d swore she’d never ask again. Why did she assume she was at fault, that there was something wrong with her?
Because everyone leaves—parents, nannies, tutors, lovers.The painful reminder made her chest tighten. “You know what? Forget it. Whatever bug is up your furry butt is your problem. I conjured one wolf in my dreams. I can find another. Or maybe a bear. A big, cuddly bear.”
The air around the wolf shimmered. His shape began to change. Almost faster than her eyes could comprehend, limbs reformed, the shape of his face changed, and fur gave way to tanned flesh. Very naked, very muscular, very male flesh.
A black, sickle-shaped tattoo was visible on his chest, exactly where she’d penciled it in on the canvas, exactly where it was on her wolf. “That’s not possible.” Reaching out, she tentatively touched the mark, jerking her hand back when it met heated skin. “This is wrong. You can’t be my wolf.”
“Why not?” Kade tilted his head to the side, the movement one her wolf had made hundreds of times. Curiosity filled his familiar eyes.
Swallowing hard, she kept her gaze above his waist. The glimpse she’d gotten was more than a little intimidating, not to mention arousing. The man was built, in every sense of the word. But that was irrelevant. Right?
Where was she? “Because.” Not exactly a stellar answer, but who cared? “Werewolves aren’t real. This is my dream, and I want my friend back.” That should be clear enough for even him to understand.
“No.” Crossing his arms over his massive chest, he glared at her.
That was it? That was his answer? No. Anger bubbled up inside her. “Listen, buddy, it’s bad enough you own a painting of my wolf, but you don’t get to invade my dreams.” They were special, something she cherished.
“Your dream?” His scowl deepened. “You’re in my dream.”
“That’s impossible.” It had to be, right? Unless whatever strange connection she’d felt when they’d met had somehow created some sort of psychic link. No, that was too out there, even for her. This was obviously her psyche’s way of working things out. She didn’t need the aggravation. “I’m done. I’m leaving.” Despite her best efforts, her feet remained glued in place. This wasn’t right. The hairs on her arm rose, and fear crept up her spine.
After several tense seconds, he uncrossed his arms and dragged one hand through his hair. “I’m not sure what is going on, but if you’re telling the truth—”
“I am,” she interrupted.
Having a hot, naked guy appear in a dream wasn’t such a bad thing. If he wasn’t being so unpleasant and accusatory, she might actually enjoy it. But since this one was doing nothing but aggravating her, there was only one thing to do.
Grabbing the skin on her forearm, she twisted. “Ouch.”
“What are you doing?” He pushed her hand away, lifted her arm, and rubbed the red patch. The touch was impersonal, but her inner muscles clenched, as if he’d stroked her intimately. Her uninhibited response was both embarrassing and infuriating.
“I’m trying to wake up.” A lucid dreamer since childhood, it was something she’d taught herself. It was usually no problem unless she was in a really deep sleep.
“You don’t want to do that.” His voice seemed to drop an octave, becoming impossibly deep and gruff and raising goose bumps on her arms.
“I don’t?” Heat rolled off his big body, chasing away the chill. He was so close she couldn’t help but notice the way his gray eyes darkened. She was breathless, her heart going ninety miles an hour. “Why not?”
“Because then you’d miss this.” He lowered his head and brushed his mouth over hers. The world around her went still and silent when he made contact. Her eyes fluttering shut, she willingly sank into the kiss.Just this once, she told herself. The caress was soft and brief, his breath warm on her face. When she licked her lips, he growled and took her mouth again. There was nothing tentative this time.
The ground beneath her feet trembled, or maybe it was only her shaking beneath the onslaught of desire. She clung to him when her knees went weak, digging her fingers into his hard biceps. She’d had several lovers in her life, had briefly lived with a guy for four months in her late teens, but none of them had ever kissed like this.
The intensity and focus was all-consuming. He claimed her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside, tangling it with hers in a dance of back and forth. Going up on her toes, she gave in to the heated madness with a ferocity that would have scared her in real life.
But this was a dream.
The hot pulse of his cock against her stomach had her core throbbing to a primal beat. She’d been chilled earlier. Now she was sweating. Her clothes were too heavy and confining. She wanted to touch him skin to skin.
He ran his hands down her back, caught the fabric, and yanked it up until his hands were cupping her ass. She squirmed and broke the kiss. “Under my underwear,” she demanded.
Rip!The thin silk and lace of her panties were torn. Okay that was really hot, the kind of thing that happened in books or movies…or dreams. Reality descended with a heavy thud, and she stiffened.
His hands tightened on her behind. “What’s wrong?”
“What are we doing?” A roguish grin crossed his face, making him look sexier than ever. Her nipples tightened, rubbing against the cups of her bra. “I mean, I know what we’re doing, but what if this is somehow real?” Heat climbed up her neck and face at the possibility, no matter how improbable. “I mean, it’s a dream, but you said I was in your dream, but this is my dream.” It was all so confusing. It almost killed her, but she shoved at his chest and took a step back.
She could feel the imprint of his hands on her bottom. Taste him on her swollen lips. It was all too real, even for her. Whatever was happening between them was more like a runaway train barreling down the track. If it didn’t stop, it would end in a fiery crash. It was too out of control, too scary. Kade was not her gray wolf. He was a man of wealth and power, one she didn’t know and couldn’t trust, not even in her dreams. “Who are you, Kade Alvarez?”
“You know who I am?”
