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“Yes.”
    Limp-limbed and boneless, she melted against
him. “I’m so slippery.”
    Bit by bit, the water running over them
cooled as their skin did, and Jarrett leaned back and squinted at
her. “You what?”
    She laughed, and it was her turn to bury her
face against his shoulder. Her own still throbbed with the imprint
of his teeth, a mark that would undoubtedly bruise even her. “We
make things steamy.”
    “ Uh-huh. How big is your
shower at home?”
    “ Not nearly big enough. No
chains, either.” She nuzzled his throat and asked the question that
should have been forbidden, the one that took it beyond the safe
fantasy allowed by a place like Last Call. “If I fixed that, would
you visit me?”
    His laugh blew hot on her wet skin. “Ask me
if I’ll ever leave.”
    Her heart lurched in her chest, hope and
longing and terror born of both, of knowing how much it could hurt
when they were thwarted. “You will,” she said lightly. “Especially
if you don’t like what I come back as next time.”
    Jarrett lifted her chin, met her gaze.
“You’ll still be you, remember?”
    “ Men have said that
before.”
    He smiled, an expression not of sympathy, but
understanding. “I’m not a man, Phoebe. And I’ve lived too long to
be obsessed with whatever the current idea of beauty is.”
    She shivered, even with the warmth of his
body protecting her from the chilly water. “You really want to come
home with me?”
    He hesitated. “I’m not really going to move
in on you, honey. But if you want, I’ll make sure you know how to
find me.”
    He was slipping through her fingers. Her
fear, her hesitation, all the things that had kept her bottled up
inside herself for so long, the things that had driven her to
celibacy and loneliness... If she didn’t let go of them, they’d
cost her the first person who’d touched any real part of her in
decades.
    “ He died,” she blurted out
before cowardice could win. “I killed him. My last real lover, the
werewolf I was with in the twenties. I—there was a spell, a charm,
and he pushed me too far. I burned through it, through him. You
should be sure you want me to be able to find you before you make any
offers.”
    “ I’m sorry.” Jarrett made a
rough noise and pressed his forehead to hers. “Sorry it happened,
and sorry you’ve been so scared. But that’s not me, Phoebe. Us. You
can’t hurt me like that.”
    Maybe she wasn’t the only one who needed that
assurance. “We can’t hurt each other.”
    “ Not physically.” He brushed
his thumb over her lower lip. “But I can be careless in more ways
than that. Maybe you should be sure you want to get mixed up with me .”
    “ You’re worth the risk.”
Giddy relief had her smiling against the pad of his thumb as a
bright world of possibilities unfolded before her. “Come home with
me. Tonight. I want to paint you, just like this. Rumpled and
satisfied but still hungry.”
    He squeezed her ass. “Don’t want to stay
until morning?”
    She wanted to put her hands on the wizard
who’d cast the wards on the room and drag him back to her
apartment. Then again, these wards were already in place... “Are
there more chains?”
    Jarrett turned off the water and swept her
off her feet, up into his arms. “First thing to learn about Last
Call, sweetheart. There are always more chains.”

The Last Call Series
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    KAMIKAZE Werewolf in heat, looking for
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    HURRICANE
    Contents under magical
pressure. Experience required.
    TEQUILA SUNRISE
    Werewolf looking for a
dominant.
    VIRGIN DAIQUIRI
    Supernatural looking for a
first lover.
    FROSTBITE
    Looking for a partner
immune to supernatural seduction.
    FIRECRACKER
    Too hot to handle. Looking
for a fireproof lover.

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