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one piece. The trip has been one fiasco after another, so my aversion to travel is firmly in place.”
    “I should have gone with you.”
    “You’re sweet, but I’ll survive.” A fierce yawn forced her mouth open wide. “I’ve got a junior suite with a tub big enough to drown a wildebeest, and the front desk is ordering up tapas and a glass of wine. I’m not going over to survey the condo damage until I relax in the bath and put some food in my stomach.”
    “Not going to the hotel bar, eh?
    Thinking of the night they met flushed her body with heat. One hotel bar, two tumblers of Black Label. “Well the last time I went to a hotel bar for a glass of wine, I ended up spending the night with this sexy, mysterious werewolf. Life has been quite the rollercoaster since then. I think it’s best I stay out of hotel bars.”
    “Hmm. Wise.” Rustling noises came from Ash’s end of the phone. “So you’re about to take a bath? Does that mean you’ve taken off your clothes?”
    Reflexively, Sherri pulled the bed sheet over herself, but she smiled at his suggestive growl. “I’m not sure the hospital is an appropriate place to play the ‘what are you wearing?’ game.”
    “Actually, I came home to change. They took Zoe up for more tests. Jett and I have been taking turns pacing the halls. I’m keyed-up from the approaching full moon, and it was hard not having you here last night. Real hard.”
    Sherri scrunched her nose at the rush of breath that came through the phone. “Are you... touching yourself over there?”
    He chuckled, deep and low. Maybe it was the chilly air in the room that made her nipples tighten, but that laugh of Ash’s came with magical, panty-melting powers. Since her panties were already off, she supposed her nipples were a logical next place for it to launch an attack.
    “C’mon, Sherri,” he murmured. “You’re naked. I’m naked. You said you needed to relax.”
    “I’ve got wine coming.” Even as she whispered the words, her hand crept across the bed, sliding onto the skin of her stomach.
    “Aren’t I better than wine?” He hummed as if he needed confirmation. “When I put my tongue on you, and my fingers inside you? When I make you scream the way you say no man ever has... would you rather be kicking back with a glass of Copa del Vino?”
    Her hand slid lower. “No-o-o.”
    “Because I do, don’t I? I touch you in ways no other man has.”
    “You love hearing that, don’t you?”
    “I love knowing it’s true. That I please you.”
    “It is true.”
    “Like the day after we met,” he continued. “When I made you come up against the door in my office, wearing nothing but those black high heels. Or like yesterday when I had you on all fours and you screamed my name when you came.”
    Her breath hitched, the memories suffusing her body with tingly warmth. Suddenly feeling desperate and aroused, she circled her clit with frantic fingers. “I remember,” she panted.
    “Sherri. Are you touching yourself?”
    She didn’t answer at first. Her breathing quickened. Her belly rose and fell with the effort. Too lost in sensation to speak.
    “Sherri?”
    “Yes?” The syllable rushed out of her.
    “If I were there with you, what would you have me doing?”
    “Your mouth...” Her fingers worked faster, making it a challenge to both hold the phone and breathe.
    “You’d let me put my tongue on that gorgeous skin of yours? Between your legs?”
    Sherri’s hips shot off the bed. “God.  Yes. That feels so good.” She could imagine the heat of his tongue, his hands on her hips and the scrape of his stubble on her thighs. Sparks fired beneath her fingers. “Ash, I’m...”
    Too close to finishing to form a complete sentence, apparently.
    “Would you let me be inside you?”
    “Yes.”
    “You’d let me do things no one else has?”
    “Yes.” God, how many times had she already?
    On the other end of the phone, raspy sucks and blows told her that Ash, too, struggled