Wolfe forgot all about the gut-wrenching pain in his back and instead could only feel the gut-wrenching ache in his body. For her. Only for her. Before, when she’d looked at him so guilelessly and told him that everyone needed someone, he had vehemently denied that he did. But right now his body made a mockery of those words. Her concern over his injuries had completely undone him. No woman had ever treated him so tenderly before and it was appalling how badly he wanted to soak that up. As if in a dream state Wolfe smoothed his hands down over her thighs, encouraging them up around his hips. ‘Put your legs around my waist.’ His voice was so rough it was barely recognisable as he hoisted her higher. ‘I hate it when you get macho,’ she teased, locking her ankles together and squeezing his hips. Wolfe’s eyelids grew heavy as he felt her heat against his abdomen. Her breathlessness inflamed him even further.
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