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gripped his head and pulled him closer as her legs began to tremble.
    He grinned with male satisfaction and continued his assault between her thighs. Hell couldn’t pull him away from her. He was quickly becoming addicted to her. At the moment, he really didn’t give a fuck.
    “Oh god,” she cried out as her head fell back against the wall. He gripped her thighs, holding her upright as her orgasm swept over her. He didn’t stop licking and sucking until she was nothing but a quivering mass in his hands.
    When she went limp, he steadied her as he stood up. Cradling the back of her neck, he pulled her in for a kiss.
    “I think I almost blacked out,” she moaned against his neck.
    She was warm and soft and tasted like heaven. For the first time in a long time, he felt like he’d found himself.

Chapter Four

    Still shaking from the force of her orgasm, Skylar pulled back enough to stare up into Zane’s dangerous ice-blue eyes.
    She’d been around him for her growing-up years and had never seen this passionate side of him before. He was always in control—of his emotions, his expression, his future. Now after going down on her, he looked like he was ready for seconds.
    His generous mouth curved upward into a sensual smile that belied the dangerous teeth lying on the other side of his lips. He was a bit deceiving if you didn’t know any better. To the casual observer, he looked like any other hot guy.
    To the werewolf population, he was a lethal Guardian.
    “You taste like sunshine.” He growled low and deep, and it made her skin pebble with desire.
    “Yeah, well, let’s see how you taste,” she volleyed back.
    His pupils dilated even further until all she could see was black.
    Running his hand up her back, he pulled her into his straining erection. With his free hand, he twisted a piece of her hair around his finger, lifted it to his nose, and inhaled. He frowned as if remembering he couldn’t scent her.
    She ran her fingertips across his furrowed brow.
    “Which sense would you rather have? Smell or taste?”
    A wicked grin stretched his lips. “If it involves tasting you, definitely taste.”
    Her heart thumped in her chest at his words, and her stomach warmed. She’d never wanted anyone like she wanted Zane, yet the ghosts of her past were edging their way forward from the corners of her mind like wisps of steam.
    Not this again. I will not be a prisoner of what he did. I’m not that little girl anymore.
    Zane leaned down; his warm breath tickled her cheek and sent licks of delicious pleasure deep within her stomach. “You’re beautiful.”
    She sucked in a breath to try to calm the vibrational arousal racing through every inch of her body.
    “I’ve been called a lot of things, but beautiful is not one of them.” She chortled nervously as she licked her dry lips.
    He leaned back, capturing her gaze with a hardened one. “That can’t be true.”
    Her face heated and she shifted her weight. She should never have said anything. He probably thought she was an insecure woman looking for a compliment.
    She took a deep breath and grabbed his hand. “I think we started a job that needs finishing.” She tugged on his hand as she took a step toward her bedroom.
    “Didn’t feel like a job to me.” He grinned, making her body heat with lust.
    She didn’t think she’d ever needed a male as much as she needed him right now.
    Once they were inside her bedroom, he spun her around in his arms.
    “You taste like heaven.” He leaned down and covered her mouth with his. His tongue snaked between her parted lips and licked every inch of her mouth like she was dessert.
    When he finally pulled away, she couldn’t breathe.
    “You’ve certainly changed since I last saw you, Skylar.” His gaze roamed down her body like a heated caress.
    Those ghosts that had hung back in the shadows of her mind lurched forward. She sucked in a deep breath at his words. Cold reality skittered across her flesh, and she pushed him