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hers again. By the time she let him loose, she’d almost sucked the breath from his lungs. “Forever,” she growled. “You’re mine.”
    “I can’t quit my job. Not in the middle of the semester.”
    He felt her mentally struggling not to overrule him, even though he didn’t understand how he knew this. “How much longer till the end of the semester?”
    “Four weeks.”
    He would have swore she growled. “Then give me a promise that after four weeks you’ll quit. Please?”
    He’d give her anything she wanted, if only he knew she really meant what she said.
    He nodded. She jumped from his lap and grabbed his hand. “Come on.”
    No other choice than to follow her. He suspected she’d drag him if he didn’t. Almost running, she pulled him up the stairs and to her bedroom, where she slammed the door shut behind them before turning to him. “This will all make more sense in the morning.”
    “Are you saying that for my benefit or yours?”
    She backed him toward the large bed. “Yours. I already know what I want.” She leapt at him, knocking him backward onto the bed where she landed on top of him, straddling him. “I want you. Only you.”
    He caught her wrists in his hands when she tried to pull his shirt loose from his pants. “You don’t think this is moving a little fast?”
    “This is how wolves do things.”
    “It’s not how I do things.”
    He suspected the only reason she hadn’t pulled free of his grasp was her fear of hurting him. That one thought seemed to pulse through whatever connection they now shared, nearly as strongly as her passion for him.
    “Has your way been working for you?” she asked.
    He didn’t have a satisfactory answer for that and released her hands. As she tugged his shirt loose, she crawled down the bed and shrugged the robe off. She was naked underneath. As she raised his shirt, her lips explored every inch of real estate from his waistband north as she progressed, licking and gently nipping.
    He laid back and closed his eyes as his cock once again strained against his briefs. Jesus , he was nothing but one large erection at this point. Arguing with her would be pointless and possibly make her upset enough to stop the delicious things she was doing to him.
    With minds of their own, his hands plunged into her hair, freeing it from the elastic band and gently fisting it. He enjoyed the silky feel of it feathering through his fingers, how it cascaded across his flesh, following her hot mouth and the sinful things she did on her way up his body.
    When she reached his nipples, she nipped at the left one, drawing a sharp gasp of pleasure from him. He’d never felt anything like that before. His cock throbbed in response to her actions as she moved to the other and repeated it.
    He helped her finish yanking his shirt off and couldn’t resist pulling her mouth down to his for another round of hot kisses that left them both breathless. She tasted like sweet spices. He couldn’t get enough of her.
    She once again turned the full force of her mocha eyes on him. “You realize I’m the last woman you’ll ever be with, right?”
    “You said it was safe to forget the whole dying business.”
    She grinned, but this time it looked sweet and sultry, not wolfish and predatory. “I don’t share my man with anyone, silly.” She poked him in the chest. “ You’re my man.”
    “I hope that’s not a one-way-street like the name thing, because I don’t like to share either.”
    In response she kissed him. When he tentatively brushed his tongue across her lips they parted for him with a soft sigh. “I don’t want to be shared,” she whispered when she lifted her head. “So don’t worry. You’re the last man I’ll ever be with.”
    She pushed herself up on strong arms and looked down his body to where she’d been grinding herself against the bulge of his cock. Thank god she had nailed him earlier, or just that friction alone would have had him shooting off in his pants.