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home. It was totally unnecessary. She’d been on her own for a long time. She could see herself home just fine.
    It was too late to protest and maybe she didn’t even want to. Maybe, she’d get another kiss, a longer kiss, on her front steps. She exited her parking spot then waited for his headlights to appear in her rearview mirror before entering traffic. She was halfway home before she realized he hadn’t said he was following her home. He’d said he was coming home with her.
     
    Twenty minutes later, she parked near the curb in front of her rented house. There was no garage or private driveway. Parking was on a first come, first serve basis. The only time she didn’t get a close parking space was when the couple next door held large family gatherings.
    Quinn’s headlights cast shadows into her car before he killed his lights. Her hands trembled as she turned her lights off and took the keys from the ignition. Before she could open the door, he was there, helping her out, his hand beneath her elbow. He escorted her up the short walk to the small porch. She’d tried to make the rental house feel more like a home by hanging baskets of blooming flowers from the rafters and along the sides. A yard sale find of used wicker furniture that she’d spray-painted a bright white made the small wooden porch appear clean and inviting.
    The evening was chilly, but she was quite warm, no doubt helped along by the three glasses of wine and the thrumming of her pulse. Not to mention the heat radiating from the bear shifter at her side. The man was all heat. And sex. She wasn’t a virgin, but her experiences had been limited, and disappointing. She couldn’t ever remember a man affecting her as much as Quinn Blackwood did. It wasn’t just that he looked sexy. He was big—had she mentioned she liked her men big?—muscular, tanned, and with eyes the color of milk chocolate. The classic bone structure of his face and his smile made her toes curl and her pussy weep.
    It was more than the instant, sexual pull she’d felt when she’d looked up at the bar and saw him towering over her. Oh, she wasn’t discounting the sexual connection. Even if her experience was limited, she knew she was a sexual being. Craved the touch of another person and longed for the rich, satisfying connection she knew was possible between a man and a woman. It was one of the reasons she’d finally agreed to the blind date, hoping to find someone she could connect with. One look at his laughing brown eyes and something had sizzled between them. A connection.
    She’d made the last man in her life wait almost a month before she agreed to have sex. She’d immediately regretted the decision and hoped she wasn’t making a mistake now. If, in fact, Quinn did want a one-night stand.
    Deb hadn’t tried to scam Paige. She’d told Paige about true mates and she t old her Quinn was looking for his. Paige knew that was what all shifters longed for. Heck, what all humans longed for. She also knew the connection was supposed to be instantaneous. He certainly hadn’t kidnapped her and taken her back to his den to have his wicked way.
    Having arrived at the front door, she turned toward him, keys still in hand, ready to wish him good night. Wanting  to tell him she’d had a wonderful time, she just couldn’t find the words. Or the courage. It was highly doubtful he’d ever want to see her again. She thought of his stilted conversation with his sister. While this hadn’t been exactly a pity date, it certainly hadn’t been the s tart of something wonderful. A sudden attack of nerves gripped her. “Thanks for seeing me home, Quinn.”
    He stepped closer, pushing her back against her front door. He placed his hands above her head, containing her. “Give me your keys.”
    “Why?” She tilted her head back and he moved a little closer.
    “So I can open the door and get you inside.” Where I can fuck you until morning. His bear nodded his head in agreement.