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Wolf-shifter Issac Kincaid fixes cars, trucks, and motorcycles for a living. Too bad he can’t seem to repair his own damaged heart… When a feisty half-breed wolf barrels into town in her derelict vehicle, he’ll have to fix more than her car to save their lives -- and claim her as his mate.
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the "Moonlight filtered through the cabin’s tall picture window, illuminating Issac’s features. He cradled her head in his large palm, the intensity in his gorgeous brown eyes mesmerizing. Chloe had challenged him to kiss her. Would he? She wasn’t sure, and her breath bottled behind her tight throat.
On a brief intake of breath, Issac pressed his lips against hers. A thrill zinged along her nerves all the way to her core. Gentle at first, his kiss became more urgent, and he brushed his tongue along the seam of her lips. Her sensitive nerves tingled, and she opened to him.
He stroked his tongue against hers, lighting up her senses, and he ravished her with more kisses, as if she were his world. She wanted to believe someone as kind, attentive, and loving as Issac would care for her.
The rush of blood buzzed in her ears, and she massaged her fingers through his hair and over his scalp, holding him close. A soft rumble, part moan, part growl, vibrated in his chest.
He broke the kiss, cupped both her cheeks, and pressed his forehead against hers. Their combined breaths echoed in the space between them.
A moment later, Issac drew away enough to look at her. His gaze traveled over the bridge of her nose and down her cheeks, that shy smile tugging at his lips. He placed a tender kiss between her eyes then another on her nose.
The tenderness of his ministrations loosened some of the tightly woven strands around her heart. If she wasn’t careful, he’d unravel them all.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“Kissing your delightful spots.” He brushed his lips over first one cheek then the other. “Your freckles remind me of a leopard. Sleek, beautiful, and so very sexy.”
Another string untangled around her traitorous heart, warming to this gentle man who’d found a way beneath her shield.
She gripped his biceps. Even through the soft cotton material, his muscles seemed as hard as steel. The sudden urge to feel his skin burned through her with such force, her fingernails dug into his shirt.
“Are you okay?” His brow furrowed.
“No. I’m not.” She glided her fingers to the top button on his shirt and released it from the eyehole.
Confusion drew his brow tighter, and he frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“We’re both dressed and that’s a problem.” She smiled at him.
As if a gust of wind had blown across his face, his features brightened, his smile replacing his frown.
She continued her downward journey. With the release of each button, Issac’s breaths grew more ragged.
Like unwrapping a package and careful not to tear the paper, Chloe took her time undressing him. She caught glimpses of Issac’s smooth, muscled chest beneath his cotton work shirt. The increase in her pulse sent tingles of excitement along her nerves.
A low, needful growl burst from Issac’s lips. He tugged his shirt from his pants, raised his arms, and tossed the shirt through the air. The clothing landed on the back of the chair then slid to the ground with a soft plop.
“There, is that better?” he growled, his eyes alight with desire.
A laugh bubbled from deep inside, and she let it out. “Yes, much.”