That meant she could take her time getting home and perhaps even take a nap. The mind-blowing sex still had her body on high alert. The tingle between her legs made her mad. Still she wanted more of Taden. No way would she ever sleep with him again. It was the best lovemaking ever and admittedly probably addicting, but it was a one-night stand. He'd not even asked for her number or tried to stop her when she'd scrambled from the bed to find her clothing. Instead lying in bed, with the sheets pulled over his midsection leaving his muscular chest exposed, he'd watched her with lazy eyes. Kristen had to force herself not to look at him too long, or else she'd still be in the bed. As insatiable as he'd been, she'd matched him, maybe even demanded more. It was a first, like most women her age, she loved sex and had some very enthusiastic encounters, but never anything like him. Now she finally understood why women wanted to bed a shifter. Yet something bothered her. She felt different, a connection of sorts with Taden. "No.
