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Rhys is a disaster: too violent for his old pride, and more accustomed to using his fists instead of his words. The only balm is Sage, a shattered woman with a core of fire. He wants to bring it out of her. Can he avoid getting burned?
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She shouldn’t look. She knew she shouldn’t. It was improper. Indecent. More than a little pervy. Lindley would blow a gasket if he knew someone had spied on her.
Feeling like she’d been body snatched, Sage twisted around the trunk.
Rhys stood in all his naked glory. Even the sky seemed to agree to the show as the clouds parted and lit him up in the weak rays of moonlight.
Her lioness rammed forward with all the strength the beast had hidden away. The male in front of them was worthy of her notice.
Sendings flashed back to their trip to Defiant Dog. The taste of him on her tongue, the feel of him crowding her against his truck… Her blood simmered in her veins as she dragged her eyes up from the ground.
The man was packed with power from his chiseled calves to his thick thighs, and what swung between.
Sage bit the insides of her cheeks to keep from panting. She wasn’t a virgin. She’d come into contact with a few dicks in her day. His was just better than most. Long and thick, he didn’t have anything to worry about first impressions. Her heart beat faster in her chest as she imagined him taking himself in hand and slowly pumping up and down.
Cheeks flushing, she tore her eyes away and continued her perusal. Up from his narrow waist, over the slabs of muscle that made up his stomach and chest. His jaw was clenched tight under the short beard he wore, and his eyes were nearly obscured by the mop of messy hair that sometimes fell over his forehead. Those she didn’t need to see. They’d followed her for months, always jerking away when she glanced toward him. Dark, deep blue in his human form. Pure silver in his lion.
He bent slowly to the pile of clothes and paused with his shirt in his hands. Eyes going to where she stayed hidden, he brought the fabric to his nose and took a deep inhale.
Sage’s chest heaved with quick breaths, but he still didn’t call out to her and she couldn’t make her voice work. There was something so wrong and dirty about him knowing she watched and not doing a damn thing to stop it.