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crashed against each other.
    “Colin!” she yelled out as her body seized from the inside out, her pleasure spilling over until she had to close her eyes against the sensation.
    His powerful hips froze against her for a moment, and heat filled her with rhythmic jets of his own release. A feral sounding growl drummed against her neck as he bit the skin there. Not hard, but enough to make her orgasm rocket up another notch.
    She loved this side of him. Erratically bucking into her, shoving her forward with his thrusts, like he couldn’t get close enough to her. That wild animal noise in his throat, and his eyes as they reflected oddly under the lightbulb. A chill rippled across her skin.
    He buried his head against her shoulder blades as one last jet of warmth spilled into her. His breath released in a long, trembling sigh.
    She looked a damned mess in the mirror, hair wild, eyes bright, boobs peeking out over her disheveled lingerie, smeared lip gloss, plastered grin across her face. That was awesome.
    He rubbed his cheek back and forth across her back, like it was a sign of affection for him. Hadley canted her head in the mirror as a rumbling sound vibrated against her skin.
    “Are you purring?” she asked, amused.
    “Bears don’t purr.”
    She frowned. Bears? “Oh.” She giggled. Of course. “Because of your profile name…Bearman.”
    Colin jerked his head up and stared at her in the mirror with a troubled look. “Yeah, Bearman. That’s what I meant.”

Chapter Seven
    “Thanks for buying me dinner,” Hadley said, glad the dark hid the heat that was creeping into her cheeks again. “This was the best day I’ve had in…well, forever.”
    “It’s not over yet,” Colin said, squeezing her smaller hand in his.
    The words should’ve been teasing, but when she looked up at his face, illuminated by blue moonlight, his expression was severe and guarded.
    The woods around his house were dark, and the tree branches creaked and swayed in the stiff breeze. He’d asked her to come back to his place for her last present, and she’d told him it was too much. She’d explained that she didn’t need any more gifts—only him.
    Colin had insisted, and now nervous rumblings quivered through her every few seconds, like tiny aftershocks that followed an earthquake.
    “What’s wrong?” she asked, tugging his hand until he stopped.
    He wouldn’t look her in the eyes, and every time he breathed, it was heavier, as if he was struggling to pull air into his lungs. She pressed her palm against his chest where his heartbeat raced against his sternum. “We’ve walked around your house three times now. You’re scaring me.”
    Dropping her hand, he stood back, then rubbed his palms over his face until the scratch, scratch of his whiskers filled the night air. “I don’t mean to scare you.” He took another hard breath and shifted his weight from side to side. “Fuck, I can’t believe I’m even thinking about doing this.”
    “Doing what?” she asked, utterly confused.
    “Showing you who I am.” He hooked his hands on his hips and looked anywhere but at her. Lowering his voice to a barely audible whisper, he said, “Showing you what I am.”
    She shook her head and stared as his hands as he cracked his knuckles, then clenched and unclenched his fists.
    “I already saw your shop,” she said, trying to soothe the panic he seemed to be experiencing. “I know you’re a blacksmith.”
    “That’s not…” He grimaced and squatted down, hooking his hands behind his head.
    She was at a loss on what to do. The cabin’s porch light was on, illuminating her hatchback. “Should I leave?” she asked, uncertain.
    When he stood and settled his gaze directly on her, he looked ill. He was pale, and perspiration beaded on his forehead, as if he’d run a great distance. “Hadley,” he said, his voice sounding tortured. “I want more than anything to tell you everything about me and about my people, but I’m scared to