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he drew her fully against his body. She stiffened, gasping loudly in panic, but then the most amazing thing happened. Seth was so incredibly, magically, wonderfully warm .
    “Oh, God,” she said, burying her face against his chest. “You’re not cold at all.”
    She slipped her arms around his waist, and he flinched at her cold fingers. “Sorry,” she said, and tried to pull them back.
    “Leave ’em right there,” he said, hugging her tighter. “You’ll warm up soon.”
    Her quivering turned to a full-blown tremor, and her teeth began chattering. “Then why am I shivering harder now?” she said in a funny stutter.
    “Your body’s helpin’ shake off the chill.”
    He shifted them so they faced the fire, and her violent shuddering quickly subsided to a faint quiver. Their bodies even broke out in sweat, so every small change in posture meant her skin slid over his with a most distracting friction. Now that she could think of something other than shaking to death, she became hyperaware of various parts of him that were pressed to parts of her. Her breasts were shoved against his chest, but not so tightly that her nipples didn’t sometimes rub along the smooth, hard flesh there. That tightened her cold-hardened nipples farther, sending a pang of interest between her legs. Maybe it would be better to focus on her hands. Her palms were safely pressed to his lower back. Quite low, in fact. Low enough for her fingertips to touch one of his narrow hips. If she let her hands fall just a little bit south, she could grab hold of the tight, round ass she’d admired in his jeans.
    The thought of rubbing his bare cheeks grew almost overwhelming, and her breathing grew shallow. Time to think of somewhere else again. Maybe about the way the fronts of their thighs merged or how the pulse stirring in her pelvis was pressed so tight to his.
    Damn, this was no good.
    She felt it then, the restless twitch in his groin that grew stiffer and longer by the minute.
    “You’re hard,” she gasped, pulling away slightly.
    “Thanks. I work out.”
    She reached down to smack the ass cheek she’d been obsessing over, regretting the slap when it triggered a suggestive grunt and an answering throb from his cock. “That’s not the kind of hard I meant.”
    “What, this?” He pressed the accused erection against her mound for a moment, sending a sharp ripple of pleasure—and alarm—through her. “I can’t help nature, darlin’. It’s got a mind of its own. But you’ll notice that, as a gentleman, I ain’t done nothin’ about it.”
    She swallowed. “Is that what you are? A gentleman?”
    Their eyes met, and his were sizzling with more than just firelight. “I’m a lot of things.”
    Every moment that their gazes stayed joined, the tickle of pleasure inside her stomach swirled faster and higher. She finally broke contact. “Let’s talk about something else.” Anything else, before she did something incredibly stupid. “You never answered me about Kade. Who is he to you?”
    The little rumble of a sigh in his chest held a note of displeasure at the mention of Kade’s name. “He’s our alpha, or was.”
    “Alpha? What’s that?”
    “Wolf talk meanin’ he called the shots. One shot in particular that he’ll use an iron jaw to enforce.” He shifted his hips, and she felt his hard shaft jump up to lie pressed between their lower bellies. “Let’s talk about somethin’ else.” He lowered a hand to trace a circle over her hip. “What’s the tattoo for?”
    She gritted her teeth against the pleasant tingling his touch washed over her. “I thought you weren’t looking when I got undressed.”
    “I saw it at the club, when you were onstage. You weren’t hidin’ much, you know.”
    “Cut that out,” she added, wriggling away from his stroking fingers.
    “The tattoo looks self-done.”
    “Good call.”
    “What’s the spiral mean?”
    “Nothing. It’s the dots making up the spiral that have meaning. Sort