It was in his wolf’s nature to chase after her, go after his prey, but he fought the urge. It had taken all his will power to close the door the first time. It had been a mistake to kiss her, even if she had instigated it. She was a tiny thing. It wasn’t like he couldn’t have pushed her away, held her at arm’s length, but he’d been curious. He’d wanted to know what she would taste like, what she’d feel like in his arms. Good. Too damn good, that’s how she’d felt. He surveyed the destruction that lay before him. He wasn’t sure how he was going to get all of the water off the floor, but if he didn’t do it soon, the floor would be ruined. Thank the goddess it had only rained in the living room! The rest of the house hadn’t exactly had an easy time of it, but it would be much easier to clean up. No time like the present. Grabbing the mop from the kitchen pantry, he began sopping up the water. He’d barely finished the task when he felt a pull, a tugging deep inside.
