Any longer? What on earth was he talking about? She retreated another step, a feeling of dizziness overwhelming her. Her stomach churned. Surely if she pinched her cheek she would wake from a dream?
“I cannot breathe when you are this close,” Rebecca muttered in the hope he would give her space. But the words had the opposite effect—he closed the distance between them, allowing her no respite, no chance tothink.
A shadow moved in his eyes, wolf-like, and Rebecca blushed. Why did she have to sound so breathless?
“Your cologne,” she rushed to claim the first excuse that jumped at her. “It’s overwhelming.”
“I am not wearing any cologne.”
She blinked at him. He was not?
“Have you ever been kissed, Rebecca? Will I be the first?”
Yes.
No.
Yes.
But he willnotbe the first.
Lawd! Her wits had all but scattered. “What are you doing, Wolfstan?”
“I have a wild urge to kiss you right here, right now.”
Her eyes widened. “No, you do not!”
The devil danced in his eyes.
She turned to escape this madness. Whatever had overcome Wolfstan she wanted no part in—that path lay only danger, confusion, and a broken friendship, she was sure.
Fingers circled her wrist and yanked her back. Rebecca gasped as she found herself once again plastered against his hard, firm chest.
“I will not have you walk away from me, Rebecca,” Wolfstan growled.
“Then do not tease me in such a rude manner!” She pushed at him. He held firm.
“Tease? This is anything but that.”
He suddenly grinned, and Rebecca held her breath as a peculiar warmth spread through her belly. He lowered his head until their noses almost touched, until a mere hairsbreadth separated their lips.
Rebecca sucked in air, but all she managed to inhale was Wolfstan. Rosewood and citrus, a scent she had always found comforting. If she had thought his confession had sent her heart into a gallop, the smoldering fire in his eyes sent it to a sprint. The spark in that unfathomable space between them sizzled.This was Wolfstan. Not Langley or another handsome Adonis-like male specimen.Wolfstan. A man she had never viewed as more than family. And now suddenly his smile invited her to explore the exquisite and previously unconsidered arch of his mouth, the shocking reach of his tongue.
And it was his smile, she thought.
He had never grinned at her like this before, with that devilish edge.
Rebecca did not trust the sudden foreign heat snaking its way through her veins. It would surely lead her astray. It was too sudden, too wildly silly.
Because this wasWolfstan.
And they were having a moment Rebecca did not want to have. A blazing intensity that made it both marvelous and uncomfortable to look him in the eye. How was she to respond to his shocking behavior? The challenge that hung between them?
“If you are not teasing me, then what are you doing?” she whispered. Any moment now, he would wink and declare his behavior a roaring jest.
“Giving you a glimpse of how life could be between us.”
Rebecca frowned.
