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Do you plan on defeating me through tickling?”
    “I don’t think so. That would probably take more energy than I have.”
    “Maybe you should have finished the sandwich.”
    “If I’m short on endurance, I may heed that advice.” She swallowed again and pressed her palms against his hipbones, unable to do much more than to take him in. Her brain wouldn’t let her. She was, after all, a woman with needs who’d neglected them for far too long, and in spite of her brother’s and sister-in-law’s protestations, she was safe with Peter.
    She took in the broadness of him, the strength of him. Notched her fingers briefly into the scars on the flesh of his arms and thighs. Skimmed her fingertips around to the base of his spine.
    He looked over his shoulder at her and tucked his hair behind his ears.
    “I should look there,” she mused. She stood on tiptoes at his back and tracked her fingers through the uncombed strands, touching every inch of his scalp. Not really searching, just feeling. The man was a sensual delight. Beautiful to look at—even the rough parts of him—the right combination of hard and silken for her tactile needs, and even with her busted nose, he smelled to her like a safe place to hide.
    Pressing her body against his back, she drew in his scent and laced her fingers together at his belly. On top of the familiar scent of Bear—the earthiness all the born ones had—was citrus and musk. Soothing scents that managed to simultaneously quell her anxious thoughts and arouse her body.
    He had to know what being so near him did to her. His nose was far better than hers, and arousal wasn’t something she could fake.
    “No wonder you don’t do investigative work for the Shrews,” he said low. “You’re easily distracted.”
    She pressed her lips against his back and kissed the salty flesh. “Tell me where to search.”
    “That would defeat the purpose, I think.”
    “I’m not good at this. You’re right.”
    “We can’t all be good at everything.”
    She kissed him again, and then let her tongue dance up the ridges of his long spine as far as she could reach. He had at least eight inches on her. She’d never considered five-feet six to be short, but she was feeling small at the moment. “Are you telling me to give up?”
    “You might as well. I don’t think you’re going to find anything, carrying on as you are.”
    “Maybe you should teach me what to do, then.”
    “And have your bother kill me for providing you with the knowledge?” He pressed his hands over hers at his hips, awaiting her response.
    “Why does he have to know?”
    “You think he doesn’t know who carried you off?”
    “I don’t care if he does. My life isn’t his business.”
    “Isn’t it? He’s your alpha, and he’s a good alpha. His opinion means something.”
    “So does mine.”
    “Yeah? And what’s your opinion?”
    “I’m thinking you should worry less about what people outside this apartment are doing and focus on the ones here in this kitchen.”
    “I shouldn’t be concerned for my longevity? I shouldn’t fear Bryan’s bite when he catches up to me?”
    “He won’t bite you. I’d get between you.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I…” She sighed and pressed her forehead against his spine. She didn’t know how to articulate her thoughts. If her inner bear had been less hostile at the moment, Drea might have been able to express some suitably reasonable explanation for why she had to let what was simmering between her and Peter happen. She wasn’t the aggressive type and wasn’t used to arguing on her own behalf. Usually, other folks did that for her. Maybe that would never totally change, but she had to tell Peter some things—that what they were doing was okay .
    “I…want you to touch me,” she said, and hoped that would convey enough.
    “Why, Andrea?”
    She sighed again and closed her eyes. Why always tripped her up. She was smart, but not quick-witted like the Shrews. Her