Wolf Kisses
Her heart was pounding in her chest, her breasts felt as if they might burst from the bra she wore, and she knew the taut points of her nipples were obvious even through the fabric.
“I think you’re right,” he said. “I’m tired, too. I just hate to think of you leaving.”
She laughed. “I’m only going about fifty yards, and I’ll see you in the morning. Does my escort have a name?”
“This guy?” Brad scratched behind his ears; the wolf leaned against his thigh and moaned. “He may not act like it, but he’s a wild wolf. We don’t name them. We’ve all learned to recognize the ones who like to hang around the lodge, but it doesn’t seem right to give them names. I’m sure they have their own.”
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