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mean,” he hastened to add, in case she thought he was bragging. “The training—well, let's just say I've had a steep learning curve over the years, and I'll never stop learning.”
    Claire sighed a bit wistfully. “I love horses. But I've never really been near them.” She looked back up at him. Something in her face softened, despite the ever-present natural wariness that seemed to live under her skin. God, he couldn't wait to stroke that smooth, beautiful skin. “I don't really understand what's happening here,” she said, changing the subject so suddenly he felt briefly unmoored. “But I feel totally comfortable around you. At ease.” Pausing for a split second, she went on in a very quiet voice touched by curious wonder, “Like you'd never hurt me. Maybe that's how horses feel around you, too.”
    Tate tilted his head a bit and looked at Claire. He couldn't let this woman walk away from him again. Ever. Studying her closely for a moment, he carefully read her body language. She was aroused. She was letting him up to her room. She might recognize he was her mate—or maybe not yet.
    Even if it seemed arrogant to admit it, Tate knew he was extremely good at reading body language. And Claire's body language was crystal clear, even if he still sensed some hesitation behind her eyes. In a split second, he firmly made up his mind on how to approach the rest of the evening.
    The elevator stopped and the doors opened. Without skipping a beat, Tate reached for Claire's hand and gently tugged her out. Trying not to stagger from the sparks of flaming desire as his skin touched hers, he quietly said, “Which room, Claire? Because right now, darlin', I can't even remember my own name for wanting you so badly. So please take me to your bed before I explode right here in this hallway.”
    Her beautiful lips slowly parted as her pulse wildly sped up. Clear green eyes wide and focused on him, Claire stared at him. His wolf pushed hard at his mind, demanding to be let out so he could claim his mate. Gently, Tate brought her hand up to his mouth and grazed the back of it with his lips, never taking his eyes from hers.
    Claire closed her eyes. A small, needy sound escaped her, nearly causing Tate to spasmodically crush her hand in his as he struggled for control for at least another several moments. Swallowing hard, Claire opened her eyes. They'd darkened to a smoky green with her arousal. Voice low and full of an intent that had Tate swaying on his feet, she said, “Follow me, then.”
     
     

Chapter Four
     
    Claire held her breath as they hustled into her hotel room. The pressure between her legs seemed full to bursting. Behind her, Tate was completely silent. She was so keenly attuned to his presence, though, that she could sense his own undeniable need as loudly as if he were yelling it. The second the door softly clicked shut behind him, Claire turned a half step and looked over her shoulder at the gorgeous man who prowled into the room after her.
    Tate sucked in his breath, then breathed out, “Claire.” All laughter was gone from his expression. The intensity in his chocolate-brown eyes touched Claire on an equally deep level. Her wolf stirred even more strongly, staring back at Tate through Claire's eyes with an avid hunger. Easily, Claire let her wild side guide this most instinctual of dances.
    “Yes,” she breathed back, nodding her head once. “Yes, please.”
    The dark-haired cowboy needed no further invitation. A groan spilling out of his mouth, he strode forward the two steps it took him to reach her and enveloped her in a embrace that tangled their lips, their tongues, their arms together. Claire felt fire lick along her limbs, racing through her in alternating hot shivers as Tate's mouth descended on hers, gently demanding and finding entrance. The spicy, heady maleness of his scent overwhelmed her as the mingled sound of their breathing filled the room.
    He felt so right. His body molded against hers