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heat rushed through her body. This wasn’t fair. The first guy she’d met in months that rocked her boat and it was her kidnapper. She slapped her hand against his chest, intending to push him away. Instead, her fingers spread wide, exploring the thick mass of muscles beneath his T-shirt, feeling the heavy thud of his heart.
    He leaned back slightly, breaking the contact. Their eyes met—his dark and hers light. She could still feel the moist heat of his mouth against her lips and his earthy, woodsy scent filled the air around her. He swept his hand over her hip and settled it against her waist. Even through the layers of her clothing she could feel the heat of him penetrating her skin.
    She licked her lips again and he gave a tortured groan and swooped in to claim her mouth again. He was still gentle, still cognizant of her injuries, but he took control of the kiss and set his stamp of possession on her. Gwen had never been so thoroughly kissed in her life.
    Jacque probed his tongue deep, touching her teeth, the inside of her mouth, her tongue. He probed every corner, every crevice and invited her to do the same.
    Gwen knew she shouldn’t be kissing him, should be pushing him away and trying to escape. Whether it was the slight concussion from the accident, the shock of everything that had happened tonight or the man himself, she couldn’t say. All she knew was she wanted to kiss him, wanted to feel his mouth against hers, needed it more than she’d ever needed anything else.
    That was downright scary and gave her the impetus to finally shove him away. A lock of his shaggy brown hair had fallen into his eyes and she pushed it aside before she thought better of it. He smiled and it changed his entire face, pushing him past sexy into downright lethal to her senses. Oh, he was dangerous all right. If he got her out of her clothes and into bed, she’d tell him whatever he wanted to know.
    She scrambled out of his lap and over to her side of the truck. Her breathing was ragged and her head throbbed worse than a toothache. She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. This wasn’t good. Not good at all.
    She’d read about stuff like this, about kidnapping victims relating to their kidnappers. That’s all it was. Nothing more. There couldn’t be anything else between them. He was a werewolf, for God’s sake. She’d forgotten that when he’d been kissing her senseless.
    “Are you cold?” He reached into the space behind the seats and drew out a jacket, shook it out and wrapped it around her shoulders.
    It was his. She could smell his outdoorsy scent on the jacket and wanted to cuddle into it and push it away at the same time. Common sense won out. She was cold so it stayed. So what if she happened to rub her nose against the fabric closest to her. Didn’t mean that she took comfort from his smell. Not really.
    “We’ll be there soon.” He put the truck in gear and started driving again. The window on her side went up. “The door is locked and you know you can’t escape through the window. I’ll stop you.”
    Reality slammed back into place and she closed her eyes to shut it out. He wasn’t her boyfriend or her date or even a friend. He was her kidnapper. She’d rest for a few minutes and come up with another plan of escape.
    But where would she go if she did get away? They knew where she lived. The life she’d planned for herself crumbled around her. All her hopes and dreams of having time to write her novel disappeared in a puff of smoke.
    She’d have to sell the cabin and lose herself in a large city somewhere. It wasn’t fair. But life seldom was. You rolled with whatever it threw at you and made the best of it. A lone tear rolled down her cheek and she swiped it away before Jacque could see it. No way did she want him to see he’d upset her. She was strong and resourceful. She would get out of this.
    The motion of the truck and the ache in her head combined to make her sleepy. She’d rest for a