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Perhaps it was the age difference or the sibling
    connection but Stig never gave her any indication that he
    was interested in anything beyond friendship.
    And it killed her.
    There was no denying her intense attraction to him. Who
    wouldn’t have the hots for such a deliciously sexy former
    marine? With that square jaw and that heart-melting grin,
    Stig set her on fire every time he was near. The thought of
    being embraced by those thick, muscular arms or having
    those broad shoulders rippling as he thrust into her
    welcoming body was almost too much. Her knees
    weakened at the mere thought of Stig kissing her neck or
    nibbling her lower lip.
    As much as it embarrassed her, Cora still nurtured a
    secret hope Stig would one day see her not just as his best
    friend’s sister but as the sexually confident young woman
    she’d become. Maybe this would be the visit that changed
    things between them? She’d never been around Stig on his
    home turf. Whether or not that improved her odds of
    success, she couldn’t say, but it was worth a try.
    Cora flicked off the light and started to leave the
    kitchen. The strangest noise, a mix between a growl and a
    moan, stopped her dead in her tracks. She turned back to
    the kitchen and fixed her gaze on the basement door. The
    sound had most definitely come from beneath the house.
    What kind of animal made a noise like that? Not a
    raccoon or skunk, owl or bat. Were there coyotes and
    wolves in the woods? Yes, probably, but how would they
    get into the basement? Maybe there was outside access to
    the cellar? A door or vent of some kind?
    Her chest constricted with nervousness. She slowly
    crossed the kitchen and pressed her ear to the door. There
    was nothing to be heard but her shaky breaths. Whatever
    she’d heard was quiet now.
    A moment later another lonesome howl penetrated the
    door. Cora’s breath caught in her throat. The fine hairs
    along her nape stood on edge. So close to the basement
    entrance, she heard the sound more clearly, a mix of an
    elephant’s trumpet and a lion’s roar. No, that definitely
    didn’t belong to any animal she’d ever heard of. What the
    hell was that?
    Cora backed away and left the kitchen in a hurry.
    Despite the growing distance from the possible threat, she
    couldn’t shake the eerie sensation. When Stig woke in the
    morning, she’d ask him to go down there and check it out.
    Maybe whatever had gotten in there was hurt and needed
    help.
    Or maybe it wanted to break free and eat her face.
    Shuddering at that frightening thought, Cora rushed into
    her room, located her toiletry bag, and skittered across the
    hall into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her
    teeth. Back in her room, she locked the door, slipped into
    her pajamas, switched off the lights, and slid under the
    covers.
    Wrapped in the warmth of the comforter, Cora felt her
    fear melt and exhaustion take hold. The last four days had
    been incredibly long. Sleep, she needed lots of sleep.
    Cloaked in the welcoming arms of Morpheus, Cora
    experienced the most vivid dreams of her life. She was
    asleep and yet so incredibly aware. Her synapses fired
    rapidly and amplified every sensation. Touch, smell, taste
    —they were so very strong.
    In her dreams, Cora became aware of a male presence.
    His scent, a potent mixture of cedar and earth and sweat,
    teased her nose. Like an aphrodisiac, the smell provoked
    an aroused state. Her nipples tightened into hard peaks
    pressing against the simple cotton of her camisole. Her sex
    pulsed as desire blossomed in her belly and spread its
    warm tendrils of electric current through her lower half.
    There was no stopping the downward movement of her
    hands. They outlined her curves, taking time to tweak her
    nipples beneath the thin fabric before sliding even lower.
    Her fingers slipped beneath the elastic waistband of her
    pajama bottoms and panties and slowly drew them free.
    Undressed from the waist down, Cora sat up against her
    pillows and