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still glowing blue and green, and his mouth was set in a grim line that said he wasn’t through with his tirade yet. Shit.
    She clutched his clothes to her chest and readied to strip him down right back. Testy werewolf, judging her life choices—and whoa, he wasn’t stopping. Back up! Dustin was coming in hot!
    Eyes sparking with intensity, he cupped her neck and pulled her to him. His lips crashed onto hers, shocking her completely. He pushed his tongue past her lips, forced his way into her mouth, and hell balls, a post-Change, riled up, oversexed Dustin was hot. He ripped his clothes from her arms and threw them away, then gripped her waist hard, dragging her against him.
    “I’m sorry,” he growled against her lips.
    An apology from a werewolf? Maybe she had been right about Dustin after all. Perhaps he was different.
    He gripped the back of her hair, not too tight, not too gently…just perfect to get her revved up. With a soft moan, she slipped her arms around his neck and allowed him to lift her off the ground. She thought he would get rough in his hurry to get to the blanket, but he didn’t. He cradled her in his arms as if she weighed nothing at all, working her lips with gentle sucks and nips. Overwhelmed with feelings she didn’t understand, Emma pecked his lips, then buried her face against his neck, inhaled deeply. He smelled of fur.
    Dustin must not have minded the affection right in the middle of their kiss since he rested his jaw on her forehead and sighed a relieved sound. Then, and only then, did he carry her slowly to the blanket, keeping his gait smooth and steady.
    He laid her down as though she was fragile. As though she was a flower with thin petals. Trailing a finger down her tear-stained cheeks, he shook his head, his eyes filling with regret. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, and she got it. Words were hard for her now, too. She didn’t like fighting with Dustin. Didn’t like arguing. Didn’t like upsetting him. She drew his hand to her lips and kissed his palm. He watched her lay kisses along his wrist, up to the inside crease of his elbow.
    Inhaling deeply, he pulled the hem of her silk blouse until it slid over her hair, and then he cradled the back of her head and laid her down gently. Emma wanted to laugh and cry and grin and cry some more. Dustin was capable of great gentleness—something she would’ve never guessed in a million years. Oh, this man didn’t know it, but his tenderness right now, right when she needed it, was earning her devotion.
    His triceps was flexed as he locked one arm by her head, and with his other hand, he unclasped the front fasten of her bra and pushed it aside. He blew out a shaky breath as he drew his touch lightly around one of her breasts, raising gooseflesh where his heat met her skin.
    “The first time I saw you,” he murmured, speaking carefully, “I thought you were beautiful. I thought something was wrong with me because there were two shifter females right there, right near me, and I couldn’t keep my attention off the human.”
    “You did not,” she said low.
    Dustin dipped down and sipped her lips, then rested his forehead against hers. His hair tickled her cheeks, so she tucked it behind his ears.
    “You wore a blue shirt, no logo, hugged your curves. Dark blue jeans with holes at the knees, and your hair was down in waves. When the sun peeked out from the clouds, it made your hair look like it had gold streaks. Your eyes looked so green with Kane’s woods behind you. I thought you would be sweet. Too sweet, but then when you flipped me off and turned off one of your hearing aids, my wolf sat up straight inside me and couldn’t stop watching you.” He kissed the base of her throat. “Little human who knew how to posture. Who knew how to handle herself in the middle of all those monsters.” He kissed her right under her earlobe. “You were writing in that journal, and I wanted to see just one page, so bad. I wanted to see