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Hidden in the dense brush, he watched as the hybrid ran toward
her and followed her back into the house. Then he stayed close by until he felt
her fear dissipating. He hadn’t meant to frighten her. He hadn’t meant for her
to sense him at all, he only wanted to check on her, make sure she was okay,
just as he had done each night from the moment they’d met. And being completely
honest with himself, he knew that he’d just wanted to see her. If only for a
moment.
He rose from his crouching position and stood on two legs,
sniffing the air and catching her delicious scent. Then he drew in a deep
breath and let it out in a frustrated huff that sounded more like a growl than
a sigh.
Inside the house Carly attempted to let the strange
sensation go as she readied herself for bed, but when she slipped between
the sheets she had difficulty falling asleep. She tossed and turned for nearly
half an hour before finally drifting off. But the memory of her sensual
experience in the garden lingered, even in her dreams, and Carly soon found
herself in the woods at Wolf Creek, running.
She was wearing a knee-length billowy night gown and running
barefoot among the trees, a smile on her face as she relished the tingle on her
skin. She looked up at the bright, shining moon as she ran through the woods,
and she laughed. The sound echoed all around them.
Them.
She wasn’t alone. She smiled at the wolves running all around
her, running with her. She was one of them, wild and free, and they ran and ran
for what seemed like hours.
Then she was standing in a clearing of the forest, her canine
companions milling about around her. One of them, a large black wolf with
glowing gray eyes, stepped out from among the others and walked toward her. She
reached out to him, staring into his smoky eyes, and suddenly he wasn’t a wolf
anymore. He was a man, crouched down before her. She smiled as Gabe Masters
slowly stood, completely naked, looming tall and imposing as he stared down
into her eyes. She felt his hands running along her now naked body, heating her
still tingling skin. Then his hands were in her hair as he gently pulled her
head back. He leaned in close, his lips and his nose lightly brushing over her
skin as he sniffed her neck, inhaling deeply. An act that caused her body to
shiver. Then his tongue retraced the path his nose had just taken, running from
the base of her neck all the way up to the back of her ear, and she moaned
loudly.
She woke with a start at the sound of her own voice, and she
looked around the bedroom in a heated frenzy. Her cotton nightshirt was
drenched with sweat and totally plastered to her damp skin, and she sat up
wiping the thin sheen of perspiration from her forehead as she softly panted.
She’d never had such a vivid erotic dream before, and never about someone she
actually knew. A singer or two. Maybe the latest Hollywood hunk, but Sheriff
Masters? She’d only met him a few days before, and granted the man was sexy as
hell, but why was he starring in her very real, very wet dream? An erotic dream
about wolves, no less.
“Shit. What is wrong with me?” she mumbled to herself.
Throwing back the covers, she got out of the bed and pulled her
nightshirt over her head, stripping naked, save for the tiger’s eye necklace
she rarely took off. She walked over to the armoire and opened the door of the
wardrobe and took out a fresh nightgown, slipping it over her head. Then she
tossed the damp one into the hamper on her way out of the room.
She walked through the dark house to the kitchen and opened the
freezer, reaching in to grab a single cube of ice. Then she ran the frozen
sliver of relief across her chest in an effort to cool off as she tried to push
the enticing image of Gabe Masters licking her neck from her mind.
Outside, not twenty feet away, he sat at her back door, feeling
her nearness. Smelling her arousal as it mingled with her mouth-watering scent
and wafted through the open kitchen window. And as he sat there reveling in the
essence of her, he wondered what it would feel like to really run his tongue
along her beautiful neck.
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About The Author
Lashell Collins is an American author of romantic suspense,
contemporary and paranormal romance. She spent the last twenty years of her
life working in veterinary clinics and garden centers in her home state of
Ohio, and is now living her dream of writing full-time. When she's not busy
tapping away on her laptop and living vicariously through her characters, she
can usually be found watching TV, rocking out to Slash, stuffing her face full
of Chinese food, or riding on the back of her husband's Harley-Davidson. Give
her a shout, she loves to hear from readers!
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