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Seeing her all worked up and flushed was pretty damn hot; holding her close brought him right back to the state of arousal he’d been resisting this morning.
Jace hadn’t even realized he’d moved until Tessa’s breath caught in a gasp . He caught her up against the living room wall, using his size to make her retreat. He towered over her, enjoying the difference in their sizes. He didn’t like small females, but something about the pure power he held in this moment made his heart pound. Tessa’s jaw lifted in defiance, and she met his gaze dead-on.
“What is this, your signature move or something? Trap the girl against the wall? No wonder you’re single, buddy.” She poked him in the center of his chest, pretending confidence. Little did she know that he could smell the traces of fear and arousal that fluttered in the air.
“Back up!” she warned.
Tessa struggled in his grasp as she spoke, reinforcing her words. The female must be insane, standing up to someone so much larger and stronger than herself.
For some reason, Jace’s wolf liked that about her. Feisty was an understatement for someone like Tessa. The wolf in him also liked that they were close enough to feel her breath against his face, to feel the heat radiating from her soft curves. The wolf wanted to taste, to touch.
Jace growled, both at Tessa for resisting and at his wolf for being so unhelpful. Tessa bit her lip again, but kept her eyes locked on his. Her silver gaze flashed in warning, challenging Jace to back down.
No way in hell.
“Just take it back,” she said, her persistence dropping to a breathy whisper. She stared right up into Jace’s eyes.
“Or what? You’ll hit me some more?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow. He moved a fraction closer, reminding her of his physical superiority. He shackled her wrists with his hands, drawing them up over her head. She was open to him like this, helpless.
Tessa let out a gasp of protest, squirming to break free of his grasp. That little gasp had Jace wanting to hear more. Her efforts to get away pressed her closer against his body. His resistance crumbled, and he gave into his wolf’s demands.
He brought his mouth down a hair’s breadth from hers, tempting her to initiate contact. There was a long beat, and her warm breath teased his lips. Then Tessa moved barely a fraction, brushing her lips against his, testing. It was all the invitation he needed…