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tremor in his as he whispered, “Little Wolf.”
    Her heart in her throat, she turned her head a fraction – just enough to see his profile – and licked her lips.  He was going to kiss her.  She knew it.  She was not all innocence.  She’d kissed and been kissed before.  Almost all of the juveniles had experimented in one form or another as they grew up, but she’d never kissed him.  And he’d never kissed her. 
    He propped himself up on his elbow and gazed at her, his eyes seeming to read every thought she had from her face.  He smiled.  She smiled.  She turned to face him a little more.  He smiled again.  She sighed.
    “ What’s the matter, Little Wolf?”  His words ended on a catch, as if he had no breath left, or was afraid to breathe too deeply for fear of shattering this newfound alliance.
    “ I’m not very patient,” she told him bravely, putting her hand behind his neck and pulling him closer.  “Not very patient at all.”
    He stopped a hairs-breadth from her lips.  “It’s just a kiss,” he told her.  “We’re not doing anything wrong.”
    “I know,” she said, and pulled him the rest of the distance.
    It was explosive.  Amazing.  Torturous and blissful all in one.  He groaned against her lips and she drank it greedily.  As his tongue touched hers, she thought she’d do anything for the rest of the world to fade and leave them alone forever.  This moment, this kiss she could keep going forever.  She rolled over to face him completely, snuggling into him, surrounding herself in his scent.
    He wrapped his arms around her waist and dragged her closer still, until she could feel that he was very happy to be there indeed.  She smiled against his lips and whispered, “is that a gun in your pocket or…”
    “ Don’t have any pockets,” he told her huskily and she laughed.  The blanket was a poor substitute for self-control, however and soon they were so wrapped up in each other she could hardly tell where she ended and he began.
    This is crazy! she told herself. I don’t even like him.  He’s too arrogant and self-assured and he’s an ass, and oh my God, I don’t want him to ever stop!
    Beth shivered as he trailed kisses down her neck, nipping again at her throat and growling under his breath at the scents he found along the way.  She was seeing stars.  I must be losing my damn mind.   But it was too wonderful to stop.  His mouth wasn’t the only thing to wander, she realized as she felt a calloused hand skim her waist and slide down her thigh. 
    She both wanted him to stop and to never stop in equal measures.  How was she to know what she wanted while he was kissing her like that?  She was about to spontaneously combust and enjoy doing it.  This was madness.  His fingers crept up her inner thigh and she panted, urging him on, and at the same time trying to find breath to put a stop to it.
    “Gareth,” she groaned as his fingers found the little hollow at the top of her inner thigh.  She was close to something, but she had no idea what.  She just knew that if things didn’t stop – right now – then she’d have a lot of explaining to do in the morning when she returned as an un-sanctioned mated female. 
    “ Little Wolf,” he whispered raggedly and her control split apart.  She bit his ear, nipped at his throat, raked his shoulder with her nails and kissed him furiously as his fingers once again climbed higher, the last leg of their journey completed as she cried out.  “Oh! Oh God, Gareth…oh…God…”
    In the aftermath of her inner explosion she realized he had frozen and lifted her head from his chest.  Blinking, trying to see him in the darkness, all she could make out was his profile.  He was like a statue.  “Gareth?”
    “So sorry Beth, I never meant things to go this far, I’m so sorry.”
    He sounded broken.  She was just confused.  Hadn’t he enjoyed… Oh.  Oh God.  She’d thought he felt the same way about her.