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future with him. No possibility of a relationship.
    So, what did she tell her heart?
    She carried her wine into the bedroom where she shed her clothing, dropping it into the hamper in her closet. As she closed the closet door, she caught sight of her reflection in the full-length mirror.
    Not bad. All that running keeps me in pretty good shape.
    She ran her hands over her hips, testing the firmness of the flesh. Turning sideways, she checked the rounded line of her buttocks and the tops of her thighs.
    Amazing, she thought, how unwolflike she looked in her human form. Her skin was smooth, with a slight golden cast. The bone structure of her face was delicate, her lips full and sensuous. Her wine-red hair drifted in curls to her shoulders. Only the eyes gave her away—brown with heavy flecks of amber.
    She knew what would happen if Jesse knew the truth. One disaster was enough for her. But she couldn’t erase the imprint of his hands on her skin, or his wicked mouth that tasted her everywhere.
    Taking her breasts in both hands, she massaged them as he’d done, warming the flesh. With thumb and forefinger she pinched the nipples, rolling and tugging them until they hardened and throbbed. Wetting the tip of one finger, she rubbed it across a nipple. She imagined Jesse’s mouth on it, sucking it, pressing it with his tongue.
    Through hooded eyes, she watched her hands move down her body, over her abdomen, through the narrow patch of curls at her mound to her already weeping slit. She slowly pulled her labia apart, exposing the flesh now slick and pink and the tiny bud of her clitoris that begged to be touched.
    The sight of her aroused body was too much for her. Her breath quickening, she moved to her bed on shaky legs. With unsteady hands, she opened the drawer of her nightstand and took out her favorite tiny vibrator. Lying back on the soft comforter, knees bent and spread wide, she place the tip of the vibrator on her clit and turned it on.
    Immediately, jolts of sensation streaked through her vagina, the muscles rippling in response. In moments, her entire body was consumed by the heat. The harder she pressed with the vibrator, the more intense the throbbing. She arched her hips and slid two fingers into her cunt.
    Jesse’s face flashed into her mind, his whiskey-colored eyes dark with passion. She saw his lean, hard body covered with a fine sheen of sweat as he drove her to orgasm. The image of their bodies moving together in perfect rhythm heated her blood. She rubbed the vibrator back and forth over her clit, and her fingers pumped in and out of her slick channel, faster and faster.
    Her orgasm grabbed her like a punch to her body. The muscles of her pussy grasped her fingers and her cream gushed into her hand. She bucked and thrust, screaming Jesse’s name while the spasms shook her. Her breath escaping her lips in tiny pants, she rode the aftershocks. At last, her body, sweat-slicked and aching, was still.
    After a very long time, she rose from the bed and made her way to the bathroom. Turning the shower on full force, she stood under the spray, letting water as hot as she could stand it wash over her body. But nothing could wash away the memory of Jesse Farrell.
    When she finally climbed under the covers, her sleep was restless, peppered with fragments of dreams that disappeared each time she woke. At seven o’clock, she gave up and got out of bed but she was plagued by a vague feeling of unease. One that somehow had to do with Jesse.
    She started the coffeemaker then went to retrieve the newspaper. She glanced next door for signs of life. Nothing. No car and his paper still lay on the porch.
    Where are you, Jesse?
    She was too edgy to sit still and her body was sending her signals. Too long since she’d last changed. Tossing her sleep shirt onto a kitchen chair, she opened the back door, stretched, and let her body morph into her wolf shape. She sniffed the air, loped off the back porch, and raced for the safety