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wandering to what she’d look like naked in just those shoes, her hands on her hips, showing him all her glory. Hmm, maybe I’ll do that later.
    He glanced at Caden, who was watching them, too. He trusted his friend with his life and Lexia’s, he’d already proved worthy by coming for them in the forest, but he wasn’t quite sure of Caden’s feelings towards Lexia.
    He knew Caden would never do anything even if he did have feelings for her. There was just something about Lexia, the way she seemed to radiate light and power; the only problem was not everyone wanted to bask in her light, but take it.
    Caden noticed him looking and then glanced away. “I’m going to go lay down; you girls wore me out with all your shopping,” Caden said as he left the room.
    Lexia glanced at him and smiled and then glanced at Lincoln for a second. Lincoln wasn’t sure what it was about her look that made him feel compelled to commit it to memory. Maybe it was the sparkle in her eyes that he hadn’t seen in such a long time. What had happened back at her childhood home had changed her, hardened her. Or maybe it was the smile on her face, as bright and warm as the sun. Or the way she laid back, relaxed and content, for once not on high alert, ready and waiting to be attacked. He’d noticed that too since the forest. Every night she sparred with him, so serious and determined to be better, stronger, her body had hardened over the past weeks, muscle replacing soft flesh.
    She looked back to Alice as she said something that amused her and then it hit Lincoln what it was - she seemed young, young and carefree, like she should feel on her twentieth birthday. Right at that moment, her mother, the Hunters, the deaths she’d caused, were nowhere in her mind and Lincoln knew he’d do everything in his power to keep it that way. He didn’t care what it took or how long, one day Lexia would never have to look over her shoulder or be burdened with the lives she had to take in self defense. One day she’d be free.
     

     
    Lexia escaped up stairs and threw herself onto the bed, her eyes felt heavy. “I’ll just have ten,” she murmured, closing her eyes.
    It wasn’t long after her body had relaxed, slowly slipping into sleep that she heard the door opening. She never opened her eyes, she’d felt him coming up the stairs and now the room was filled with the wild, musky scent of her panther.
    He climbed onto the bed, slowly crawling up her body and kissed her exposed neck. “I’m sleeping,” she grumbled with a smile.
    “You just stay sleeping, I’ll entertain myself just fine,” he disappeared back down her body.
    For a second she thought he’d left, the room grew deadly silent. She was about to feel for him when his hands clamped onto her knees and dragged her down to the end of the bed.
    She squealed as he flipped her onto her back with a chuckle. Her skirt had ridden up around her waist as she’d been dragged and now all that she had between her and his mouth was a thin slip of lace.
    “You know you really shouldn’t have such skimpy panties on with such a short skirt, I’ve been getting peeks of your ass all day!” He nipped at her skin making her gasp. “Driving me mad, you were.”
    “You’re the one that bought all my underwear! Plus I had jeans on when I left this morning.”
    His rough jaw grazed against her thigh. “Time for them to come off I think,” he whispered against her heated core as he took hold of her panties with his teeth pulling them off.
    Spreading her legs he murmured, “That’s better... Ready for your other present?”
    Lexia never had time to answer before a hot, wet tongue delved between her soft flesh, wiping her mind of any coherent thought. She moaned and dissolved against him as he explored her with his mouth.
    “You taste so good, baby,” he said as she arched her back with a cry.
    The familiar feel of her body tightening had her breath catching in her throat and she gripped the sheets