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coat down to her wrists.
    Eden.
    He stepped in between her legs, pressing her legs wider with his palms. A flash of uncertainty crossed her beautiful face, but her legs parted obediently, then wrapped loosely around his hips even as her fingers wrapped around his wrists again. Beneath the coat, she wore a faded pink cotton T-shirt sporting a university logo. She’d worked hard to get where she was and he was proud of her. He had no idea how a veterinary practice fit into pack life, but they’d figure it out. He wasn’t asking her to give up her life—just to make a little room for him. Surely, she could do that? Like she’d read his mind or sensed his need, her hands fell away, crumpling the lab coat.
    She shifted on the desk’s surface, stiff and unsure. He wished he knew how to tell her she was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. Since he didn’t have the words, he’d have to show her. Carefully, he slipped his fingers beneath the edge of her T-shirt and rubbed slowly over the warm skin. Followed the delicious curves where she was soft and rounded, until he discovered a small belly ring—that was a surprise. She made a little sound, half-surprise, half-embarrassment.
    “Beautiful,” he growled against her skin.
    She didn’t relax much, but he kissed along the soft curve of her belly, breathing her in and savoring the satiny feel of her skin. She’d made herself vulnerable to him. She trusted him to make this good. And he would. He absolutely would. He let his fingers follow his mouth to the button of her jeans.
    She rose up off the desk. “Jackson—”
    “Uh-huh?” Urging her back down, he slid a finger beneath the edge of the denim until he brushed the edge of her panties. His imagination went crazy imagining . Lacy. A ribbon. Pure white cotton. Anything worked for him. It was the woman wearing the clothes he wanted. He braced himself on his elbows on either side of her face, loving the way her bare feet dug into his back as he pressed closer then started moving down. They both knew where he was headed.
    Heaven.
    “Is that a yes, Jackson or a back the hell off, Jackson ?” Letting go of her now would about kill him. But they had forever, he reminded himself.
    Her breath whispered out, but she remained silent. No worries . He tucked his finger beneath the band of her panties, easing toward her heat until he brushed the very top of her mound. No lace, no fancy ribbons—just him and Eden, skin-to-skin.
    “You like words,” he whispered roughly. “So you better give them to me now. You wan’ me to stop, shug , and I’ll be stoppin’. I’d like to be givin’ you somethin’ else though.”
    “More,” she demanded, her lashes drifting shut, her hands fluttering by her sides before finding his shoulders. He felt the soft prick of her nails against his bare skin all the way to his toes. She had him tied up in knots and he loved it.
    Just might love her.
    Hell, yeah. He undid her button, the little snick loud in the room. He parted the denim just a little, taking in her bare skin inch by inch. Her panties were a bright cheerful yellow pattern of polka dots on white with yellow trim he’d bet outlined all her best parts. And it must have been Christmas or his birthday because, hot damn, her panties sported a little bow right on top. Hell, yeah .
    He ran his fingers over the sensitive skin above her mound and she giggled. “Jackson—”
    He definitely loved the way she said his name. “Ticklish?”
    “You bet.” Her laughter melted away her tension. She relaxed, giving herself over to his care. He could pick her up, carry her over to that camp bed, but he didn’t want to break the spell. Didn’t want her forgetting who she was with or what they were doing. The bed could come later.
    Slowly, he eased her jeans down and off. She blushed again as he ran his hands down her pretty thighs. Tempting Eden was the sweetest thing he’d ever done. Paler marks from her bikini crisscrossed her hips.