“The scarf is your apology gift. Not my vagina.” I cup his face. “I want to get you naked because you’re handsome and funny and sexy and sweet.” I start breathing heavier as I list his positive qualities. The image of him sprawled in a bed beneath me, all his clothes gone, has that ravenous shark feeling coming back full force. “Can I be on top? Do you mind? It’s my favorite position. Or do we need to do it doggy style? I like that way, too, but only if we have a mirror so I can see you. Do werewolves have sex like humans?”

Realizing I’ve rattled off a whole list of questions, I bite my tongue and give Warner a moment to respond.

The guy stares at me with his mouth slightly agape, which just reminds me of how good he tasted. Not like any food. More like salt and heat.

And hell in a handbasket, I am hot. Feverish really.

When I left the cabin wearing a dress, I dealt with the chill of the fall day by blasting the heat in the truck and trying to stay in the sunnier spots when I was outside. But now that I’ve twined myself around the living furnace that is Warner, the combined heat of his body and raging force of my lust threatens to melt my brain.

Without warning, Warner stands, clutching me to him with his hands on my ass. Once he’s upright, he loosens his hold so I slide down his body. My legs wobble as I gain my footing, and I learn that it’s possible to get drunk on another human.

Or a supernatural creature.

Normally chatty, Warner is giving me nothing back, and his silence starts to pluck at my introverted anxiety.

This is one of the reasons I’m prone to turn into a hermit. No one can refuse to talk to you when you’re alone. They can’t hurt your feelings if you never try to be their friend. Or invite them into your bed.

My half-melted brain starts plummeting into the realm of self-doubt and formulates an escape plan. I’m so befuddled by Warner’s nearness, the only get-out idea that I can think of is run.

Just as I take an unsteady step toward the exit, Warner’s palm presses into my lower back, and he drops his head to whisper in my ear. “Yes, you can be on top. If I minded that, then I wouldn’t deserve your time. We’ll definitely do doggy style too. I’ll buy a mirror if I have to. And werewolves have sex like humans, except that I have more stamina so you’ll have to let me know when you need to take a Gatorade break.”

Oh shit. I might have just come.