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moment he was so innocent, so human, that Molly knew she had to give
him that chance.
    Who knew. Even if
there were any decent men left on her little square of the earth, she’d much
rather take her chances with the adorable shifter stood before her, gorgeous
even in a backward shirt.
    “Let me help
you.” She moved towards him, sure in her steps now, confident, excited even.
Her fingertips found the hem of the shirt. “Lift your arms.” Her gaze drinking
in the firm, tanned contours of his chest, she slowly smoothed the material up
his body and down his arms. Everywhere her skin brushed his, the most
incredible tingle of desire sparked between them.
    “Show me how to
put it on the human way,” he said softly.
    Molly dropped the
shirt to the floor. “How about we do that later.” She slid her hands down his
arms, then linked her fingers with his tenderly, playfully. “I want you to show
me what you can do to me. How you can make me feel.”
    “You mean… make
love?” His face lit up with surprise and pleasure.
    “Not yet.” She
willed him to understand. “Just kiss me. Show me… pleasure. It’s been so long
since I felt a man’s touch.”
    Cade’s lips
curved then. “I understand.”
    “Then, maybe
later tonight, we could go out. For dinner. On a date.”
    Now Cade’s eyes
lit with understanding. “I know this word. When humans like each other they do
this. A date.”
    “Yes.” She
laughed, excited. “We can see if we like each other enough to at least give
this binding thing a shot. I’m sorry that I can’t decide right now, Cade, but I
need time. I’m not used to putting my heart in someone’s hands right away.”
    “You are right to
be cautious, my lovely one,” Cade reassured her, squeezing her hands. “You are
very smart. That is part of the reason why I wanted you for my own so much.
Now, sit down. I will show you how I can make you feel.”
    Stomach churning
with excitement, Molly did as he bid, releasing his hands and moving to the
couch. As she sat, Cade moved to sit beside her. “How I have longed to touch
you,” he murmured as he cupped her face with one hand, his thumb gently
stroking her lower lip, creating delicious friction. For a moment that seemed
to stretch into an hour all he did was touch her there, the briefest of
connections.
    Then, just when
Molly thought she could wait no more, and she wanted to reach out and grab him,
he leaned forward, and his lips replaced the teasing touch of the pad of his
thumb.
    Desire sizzled
through her as Cade oh-so-slowly drew his tongue across her lower lip,
stroking, caressing. Then he kissed her, butterfly kisses at first, fleeting,
light, no more than the brush of his mouth against hers.
    Molly thought
he’d stop teasing then. But, surprising her, he left her mouth and turned his
attention to her neck, bridging kisses down over her chin, then whispering
praise against the long column of her neck, briefly nipping with his neck,
stroking with his lips.
    His hands
remained on his lap, not touching her, and, driven to distraction by that,
Molly took his hands in hers. “Touch me,” she murmured, almost subconsciously
giving the command. “I want to feel your hands on my skin.”
    With previous
lovers, she’d never felt confident enough to give such a command. But Cade
wasn’t like human men. He seemed content only to please her, to spend hours on
kisses if she so desired.
    She wanted more.
    He did as she
bade him, placing his hands first on her shoulders, gently kneading them in a
sensual massage as his lips worked their way down her neck, both tickling and
arousing her. The combination made her skin tingle with excitement and lust.
    When his hands
slid down her chest to cup her breasts, she felt the heat of his palms through
the thin lace cups of her bra. Her nipples, already hard, strained through the
layers of fabric.
    Cade smiled
knowingly and strummed his fingers over one hard peak. Molly moaned as
sensation flooded her. That