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  His head dipped, and he took one nipple into his mouth, suckling on it like he couldn’t get enough of her. Her head fell back into the pillow. Her body tried to arch under his touch, but the cage that held her spine together stopped her, and she moaned in pain and pleasure.

  “What?” he asked quickly. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No, no I hurt myself. Don’t stop,” she begged, her hands tangling in his hair and pulling him back down. “That feels incredible.”

  He nuzzled one hard tip with his nose, breathing in her scent as if trying to memorise it. “Then don’t move, love. I don’t want you hurting yourself. Let me do the work.”

  Josie melted under him. His words and that incredible voice, as well as, the softness in his eyes as he stared down at her were almost too good to be believed. Then again, this was a dream, her dream, so why shouldn’t she create the most unbelievable man to be in it. He kissed her again, and her passions soared to new levels, her heart racing even as her hands traced patterns down his back.

  “You’re beautiful, Josie love,” he said softly as he kissed the tip of her nose then her chin, stopping long enough to taste her mouth before finding his way back to her breasts. His long and incredibly hot way, that was. He tasted every part of her, from the underside of her breast to the crease of her elbow, nothing was off limits, nothing escaped his notice. By the time he reached the waistband of her jeans, she moaned and squirmed under him as much as she without hurting herself again.

  His tongue dipped into her belly button, and she shivered in reaction, her hands entwined in his hair, caressing his scalp. He lifted his head, rubbing against her hands as if he were a dog wanting to be petted, then he reached out and took the button of her jeans in his mouth. She heard a faint popping noise, then felt the waistband come undone. He popped the button out of his mouth and set it on the ancient coffee table in front of the couch, winking at her, before reaching for the zipper to her jeans.

  It went down slowly, creating a small vee in the material and showing her soft-pink satin underwear.

  “Pink satin?” he asked, his nose nuzzling the softness of her belly just above the waistband. “It’s precious on you, love.”

  “I’m glad you approve,” she said with a small smile and a sexy sigh. She brushed his unruly hair from his eyes as he looked up at her. “I’m tempted to keep you,” she said softly then chuckled. “But I don’t even know if you’re house broken.”

  “How about if we take it one dream at a time,” he said softly, rising and carefully taking off her shoes and socks before kissing the soles of her feet. “Lift up, love,” he said as he reached for her jeans, easily pulling them off.

  Josie closed her eyes as some of the ugly scars from her accident came into sight. She waited for him to turn from her in disgust. Instead, he traced one rigid scar, kissing it softly.

  “Such pain,” he whispered as he stared at the extensive damage her right leg had taken. “Such terrible pain for one so young and beautiful to deal with. You must be an extremely strong woman, Josie. Most men wouldn’t have done so well as you if confronted with what you’ve dealt with.” His hands traced over her skin, beginning at her upper thigh and moving slowly down, massaging the flesh as if he knew every point that hurt and just how to touch it to take away the pain.

  “I had no choice,” Josie said softly. “I could either deal with the hand dealt me or end it. Suicide is a sin in the eyes of God. I couldn’t take that route so I deal.”

  His fingers dug into muscles knotted by tension and pain, and she sighed audibly.

  “What do you call a werewolf then, Josie love?”

  “A blessing,” she kidded as she relaxed even more under his soothing hands.

  He laughed, tipping his head back and letting the mirth roll through him. “You would think so at this point in time, would you not? But of the true nature of the beast, Josie, have you thought of that?”

  “Your true nature?” she asked slowly, not wanting to give up the sensations of relief rolling through her.

  “Yes, my true nature. We are a wild species to be sure,” he said softly, his thumbs coming up to trace the line where her legs were pressed together.

  “You wouldn’t hurt me,” she answered him easily enough.

  “Are you sure of that?” he asked, and she opened her eyes to stare up at him.

  “Yes,” she said, staring into his eyes.

  “You’re right,” he said. “I couldn’t hurt you if I tried.” He bent, kissing the pink satin that covered her sex, then took it into his mouth and pulled it down so that the blonde tangle of curls over her mound could be seen. He stopped, taking an appreciative inhale as if savouring her scent, before he continued to pull the panties down her legs and off.

  Here she was perfect, pink flesh shining with her desire, open to him. Her folds were moist and swollen, hiding the core of her being. He parted them with gentle fingers, searching for her opening before pressing one long, talented finger inside of her.

  “Ah love, you’re tight,” he growled, his brown eyes shining with the fire of his passion.

  “It’s been a while,” Josie admitted, her hips moving against him as heat rushed through her.

  “A while?” he asked, his eyes upon his fingers as he slowly pushed another inside of her, stretching her delicately.

  “Almost four years,” she admitted, though a blush rose to her cheeks.

  “Are the men around you morons, then?” he asked, making her laugh breathlessly.

  “I haven’t seen many men, none that weren’t doctors or nurses,” she admitted. “Before the accident, I was too caught up in my career to care much about sex.”

  “Not care about sex?” he asked as if that were the biggest sin in the world. “Josie, sex and love are what makes the world go round.”

  “What does a wolf know about sex and love?” she asked, almost forgetting her question as he moved closer, his tongue coming out to trace a line from the top of her slit down to where his fingers thrust gently into her.

  “More than you humans if no man has snatched up a prize such as you in four years. You taste like honey, and your scent is sweeter than sin. You make a man think of things he ought not be thinking about, fair Josie.”

  “Are you sure you didn’t kiss the blarney stone before coming to my woods?” she asked, laughing even as he drove her passions higher.

  “Shush now, love. Let me show you what else my glib tongue can do.”

  He seemed to almost dive in, his tongue finding her clit and driving her mad. Her hands clutched at his head as he drove her quickly and mercilessly from one towering peak of sensation to the next. Finally, when she was strung as tight as a bow string, he pulled back. “Ready for me?” he growled.

  “Y-yes,” she almost begged. “Please, I want to feel you inside me.”

  He pulled his fingers from her, leaving her feeling empty and bereft. Trailing those two fingers over her nipples, he painted the hard tips with the taste of her even as he came up between her spread thighs. “Tell me if I hurt you,” he growled, pulling her unscarred leg up and over his lower back, he slowly pushed inside of her, holding his body from hers with one arm.

  He felt huge, filling her, stretching her, making her feel like a woman again instead of just a broken body that needed fixing. His lips trailed over her nipples, suckling them, tasting the juices he’d painted her with just seconds before. Her hands pulled at him, wanting to feel him against her, to feel his chest pressing against her breasts, their stomachs moving against each other as he thrust into her. She wanted his kiss, wanted to taste his mouth, feel his lips on her own, and she moaned out that need, drawing his face up to hers.

  “Kiss me, Josie,” he ordered, his voice husky, his brogue even more pronounced.

  He leaned down, finding her lips, his mouth twisting and his tongue pressing deep into her mouth, teasing her own into response. The kiss and the feel of him inside of her were almost too much to be withstood, and she whimpered as the se
nsations seemed to double, then triple inside of her, coiling deep in her belly.

  “Come for me,” he ordered. “Let me feel you come on my cock, Josie love.

  “Kiss me again,” she begged, her hands digging into his shoulders.

  He did, devouring her mouth until she cried out, her nails creating half-moon crescents on his shoulders as an explosion of bliss blew through her.

  He gathered every moan and whimper, thrusting harder, his balls slapping against her ass with every stroke. His body jerked above hers, his cock growing inside of her as her muscles caressed the hard shaft that gave her such pleasure. With a wolf-like howl, he came, jetting his pleasure into her womb with every spasmodic jerk of his hips.

  Afterward, he held her gently, lying on the outside of the couch with her pressed between him and the back, her head against his chest.

  “For a wet dream, that was…wow,” she said, making him chuckle.

  “You should see what I can do in person,” he teased, leaning down to kiss her nose.

  “You’d probably kill me, not that it would be a bad way to go,” she said softly, her hands playing in the soft hair of his chest. “Teagan?”

  “Yes, love.”

  “Will I see you again?” she asked him, looking up and into his warm brown eyes.

  He smiled, tilting his head cockily. “Do you want to?”

  “Would I ask if I didn’t?” she countered.

  “That’s up to the fates and to you, love. You know where to find me if you want me.”

  “In my dreams?” she asked cautiously.

  “In your dreams,” he answered, rubbing his hand down her arm. “Now sleep. ‘Tis almost daylight, and you have work to be doing in the morning.”

  “Will you stay?” she asked sleepily, not realising he’d told her to sleep when he was only a figment of her dreams anyway.

  “As long as I can,” he said.

  She woke to a stray sunbeam tickling her nose. She was alone on the couch, fully dressed including the cursed corset. There was no sign of Teagan, and she felt disappointment that she couldn’t meet someone like him in real life. But in real life, would he even look at her twice? Something told her he would, and it made her smile.

  Getting up, she noted that her jeans seemed loose, and she reached down to pull them up. Her hands moved to the zipper, pulling it up then reaching for the button.

  It was gone. Her brow furrowed, and she stared down at the coffee table, seeing the single gold button that had held her pants together before Teagan had bitten it off. But…that had been in her dreams, hadn’t it?

  Chapter Two

  She stared at the button for a few more minutes, finally shrugging her shoulders. If he’d actually been there, there’d have been some other proof, wouldn’t there have been?

  Teagan O’Roarke, she sighed, staring at the button. Just the thought of him made her knees feel weak and her thighs tremble. He’d been amazing, saying and doing all the right things. That alone made it impossible for her to believe he was real. No man was that gorgeous, that perceptive, that…wow.

  Taking a deep breath, she forced herself from the coffee table and went into the bedroom carefully lifting her suitcase onto the unmade bed. She unzipped it then put her clothes away in the chest of drawers that was against one wall and hung her sweatshirts and jeans in the small closet. After grabbing clean clothes, she headed into the bathroom to shower.

  The bathroom was as nice as one in a middle class home with tiled floors, a huge mirror over double sinks and granite counters. The landlord had told her that the hot water heater was a big one because he liked hot showers. He must like having them in nice-looking bathrooms, as well. The shower was tiled with a separate bathtub. She reached in and turned on the water, watching as it turned the glass door steamy. Then she stripped, dropping her clothes to the floor and carefully putting her brace on the counter.

  Without it, standing felt very strange, almost as if there wasn’t enough support for her spine to hold her upright. Her doctor had told her this was a normal sensation until her back healed completely. Even then, she would lose some of her mobility and sleeping on her stomach might be painful. She sighed, tiredly opening the door and stepping under the hot spray.

  She just stood there, letting the hot water run down her body and beat against the muscles of her back and the still-healing scar from the surgery. Bracing her hands against the wall, she let her head lean against it, moaning almost sexually at how good it felt. After a few moments, she pushed herself from the wall. She washed her hair then her body, knowing she had very little time before her back would begin hurting. She’d ignored those feelings once and ended up having a panic attack. Her back had begun to hurt badly and she hadn’t been able to get into her brace quickly enough.

  Now she didn’t allow herself enough time out of the corset for the pain to get so bad. Turning off the water, she glanced at the tub sitting in the corner. She’d have to try that next. The only problem was getting in and out.

  The towel she pulled from the towel bar was thick and fluffy—and warm from sitting on a heated towel bar. She dried off quickly, before donning her bra and t-shirt then fitting on the brace. A sigh of relief took her as she fastened the last of the hook and eye closures. Another shower successfully taken without falling, without panicking and without hurting herself. Each one was another mark towards being healthy once more.

  She sat on the bed and managed to put on her panties, sliding them up and over her slender hips. The doctor had gotten on her about not eating. Since the surgery, she’d lost close to thirty pounds, some of which hadn’t hurt her, but she had to start eating again. The trauma was over, and she couldn’t really afford to buy another new wardrobe.

  A pair of nice, thick sweats slid over her hips easily, and she tied them tightly then reached for socks to put over her bare feet. She pulled the towel from her head and found her brush. Carefully, she pulled the snarls from her shoulder-length brown hair.

  The person who looked back at her from the mirror was the same who did every morning, but today there was something else there, something in her eyes that seemed different. She didn’t know what it was. But instead of dwelling on it, she decided to get something to eat then explore the woods a bit.

  She went into the kitchen, checking the cupboards and finding that, besides food, the kitchen was completely stocked with a lot of the things that she had in her own kitchen. The coffeemaker was the first thing out of the cupboard, and she fished her coffee out of one of the boxes of food. Soon the fantastic aroma of the dark brew filled the air, and she mentally drooled, waiting for her first cup.

  While she waited, she pulled out a loaf of bread and stuck two slices into the toaster. Then she set up her laptop on the table and searched for the wireless account the landlord had told her he had here.

  Signing onto her account, she checked her email, sending a quick one off to her sister to let her know she’d made it to the cabin and things were good. Kathy had wanted to come with her, not trusting her to be able to take care of herself, especially since the surgery. But Josie had wanted solitude, quiet to work in and peace to heal in. She needed to breathe, to think about things that were important and to let go of her past and those things she could no longer do.

  She wouldn’t be able to do that with Kathy here.

  The toast popped up, surprising her enough that she jumped then swore when the sudden movement caused her pain. She got up, walking carefully since the damaged nerves in her leg made it weak. She carefully spread her favourite blackberry preserves on her toast then took her cup of coffee and her breakfast outside and into the sunshine.

  There was a hint of a chill in the air, a sign that the late-fall Indian Summer was coming to an end. Still the sun felt wonderful against her skin, and she sank into one of the two chairs on the porch, balancing her breakfast on her knee while she ate.

  It was so quiet she heard little but the birds singing in the trees and an occasional bee as it wa
ndered by. No traffic noises, no people chattering, no sirens or gun shots. It was wonderful.

  She finished her coffee, leaning back with her eyes shut and her face turned up to the sun. Teagan crossed her mind, and she could almost hear his soft accent as he teased her. Now, he would be someone to bring to a deserted cabin in the woods, she thought with a smile. That is if all you wanted to do was revel in the sensual and forget about thinking. Not that that was a bad thought. She smiled again. He was pretty damn good at the sensual.

  “He was a dream,” she told herself sternly, forcing her eyes open. “You need to work if you plan to get done by your deadline.”

  She went back inside and slid the long table in the kitchen against the wall by the front window. She’d have a good view while she thought and made changes on the pages she’d already sent her editor. Grabbing a pillow off the bed, she put it against the hard chair then sank down on it after refilling her cup.

  Three hours later, the pages were done and sent back to her editor. Her back was screaming, and her eyes were tired. She got up and found her purse, dragging out her prescriptions and setting them on the kitchen windowsill. Pain killers, muscle relaxers and her migraine medicine stood like soldiers against the pain that had become so much a part of her life it was almost an old friend. She popped the pills, downing them with the last of her cold coffee. Picking up the pillow, she closed her laptop then went to the couch to relax for a bit.

  Books were almost a survival need for her. They took her out of her life and gave her a place to soar in the lives of others, but today, the books didn’t hold her attention. She was tired, and she set the book on her chest, pulling her reading glasses off her nose and laying them on the coffee table next to that damned gold button.