Her collarbone.
The curve of her chest.
Her breath shivered.
Her hands slid under my shirt.
“Wolf…” she whispered, arching. “I want to feel your body against mine.”
I kissed her again—slow, deep, claiming—and her soft moan just about undid me.
I pulled my shirt off, tossed it somewhere behind me, and lowered myself over her, skin to skin—
CRRKK—
A noise.
Not outside.
Inside.
Right down the hall.
Nora froze.
I lifted my head, every instinct flipping from desire to lethal focus.
Another sound.
A soft creak.
Floorboard.
Inside her house.
My voice dropped to a whisper.
“Nora. Stay behind me.”
Her eyes widened. “Is he—inside?”
I didn’t answer.
I reached for the handgun on her nightstand—the same one I’d set there minutes earlier.
Silent. Controlled.
Deadly.
And I stepped into the dark hallway.
Someone else was in the house.
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Wolf
The hallway stretched in front of me—dark, silent, every shadow suddenly too deep.
