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of wavy hair falling almost to his broad shoulders held her interest like a set of raw muscles could never do. Damn . This wasn’t good. Not good at all.
    J.C. took a step closer, filling her line of sight with his body. Heat radiated from him, tore through her defenses. She gnawed at her lower lip and tried to avoid his gaze, but she knew she couldn’t deny him anything he asked. Worse yet, she didn’t want to.
    His mouth lowered to within a breath of hers. She could swipe his lip with her tongue if she tried. They’d been this close once before, but he hadn’t kissed her then. Would he kiss her now?
    Eve decided she didn’t want to wait to find out. She encircled her arms around his neck and pulled him down the remaining fraction of an inch until their mouths melded together, tongues reaching, tasting, flicking over one another. Arousal coiled in her stomach, thrummed in her pussy. Cream coated her panties. A sound echoed around them, emanating from where their lips met. She was moaning. The impact of that knowledge sent another rush of heat down to her pulsing inner muscles.
    She broke away just long enough to ask, “Where? Where can we go?”
    J.C. glanced over his shoulder to the “Blow Me Away” mechanical shack. They would have to go through a throng of people to get there. It would take minutes. She couldn’t wait that long.
    Eve shook her head. “Somewhere else. Somewhere closer.” She hated the pleading note that crept into her tone, but she couldn’t have hidden it from him even if she’d tried. Her entire body hummed with arousal, throbbed with need.
    For him. For a werewolf .
    The thought was too astounding to contemplate, and her brain wasn’t willing to think about anything but what was about to happen between them. She saw the answering arousal in his own eyes, the hunger lying in wait just beneath the dark edges of his gaze.
    “Follow me.” He took her hand and led her to a nearby circular, spinning, twisting ride. The name on the flickering green neon sign read “The Sucking Vortex of Ecstasy.” She was too distracted to even chuckle.
    They ducked out of sight beneath a ledge at the base of the “Vortex” that reached just below Eve’s chin. Shadows obscured them from view. Above, the metal whirl of the ride drowned out the noises from the park. It would also drown out the sounds of her pleasure.
    She shuddered with anticipation. “Yes, here. This is good.”
    “It’s only going to get better.”
    She chuckled, hoping the sound would mask the hint of nervousness that managed to trickle through her arousal. “This arrogance seeping from your every pore… is that a werewolf thing? A guy thing? Or what?”
    He knelt and tugged on her hand until she crouched low to the ground. His hand slid up her thigh, under her dress, spreading her legs wide. Cupping her mound in his palm through the cotton of her panties, he grinned a predatory grin that glimmered white even in the obscuring shadows.
    God, she loved that grin.
    “I’m not going to answer that… not with words, anyway.”
    “Oh.” She gasped as his finger smoothed down along the edge of her panties, then slipped beneath to touch the wet heat of her engorged pussy lips. “Oh…”
    “You’re so wet.” His voice held a hint of wonder, as if he marveled that he could incite that kind of response in anyone. Or maybe he was simply surprised he could have that kind of effect on a woman.
    “You made me that wet.” She bit her lip, wondering if she shouldn’t have said anything. This was sex. Just sex. They shouldn’t even be talking. It wasn’t like she was going to see him again.
    He looped his fingers under the elastic and peeled her underwear down over her hips slowly as she rose slightly to help him. Throwing the cotton panties to the ground with one hand, he used the other to spread her labia open. She felt her cream coat his fingers while a new wave of liquid heat trickled down the inside of her thigh.
    Oh, God. She