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Her lips trembled. "Insanity. And I've been crazy about you since the moment you walked in the library and stared at me as though you knew me. As though you felt that same sense of knowledge that I did."
He stared back at her in shock.
"I've never wanted anything, never needed anyone like I need you," she told him, reaching up, her fingers touching his lips. "Show me, Noble. Show me how to be your mate."
Chapter 8
She had spent the day going over it. She had thought it to death, reasoned it around every corner and curve she could reason it around, and come to the same ending each time. If she walked away from this, if she let him walk away, she would never forgive herself.
Like Noble, she had feared for so long that she would never find that feeling that something or someone belonged just to her. That one heart beat for her, her heart for him.
For a year she had kept her distance, but only because Noble had kept his. It would have taken very little for her to go into his arms.
The mating heat was a frightening prospect. The tabloid stories, if they were even 80 percent true, were enough to make any woman pause. But at least she had an idea what to expect, she told herself as she stared back at him. At least she had a chance of finding that unknown something she had been waiting for so long.
"This isn't like last night, Haley," he warned her. "There's no stepping into this and pulling back. Do you understand me? Once I kiss you, it starts. I promise you, stopping won't be a part of what comes later."
"I understand that." She nodded. And she did, she hoped. Yet he still stood there, staring at her, his express
ion tight, arrogant, fierce.
She gripped the hem of her sweater and, as he watched, pulled it over her head and dropped it to the floor. She wasn't wearing a camisole today. She wasn't even wearing a bra. Her breasts were swollen with need though, her nipples standing out, hard and desperate for his touch.
She licked her lips and gripped the elastic band of her cotton pants.
"Not the panties," he growled. "Leave them on."
Her heart raced in her chest as she remembered the sight of him holding her panties to his face, inhaling the scent of her the night before.
Gripping just the waist of the pants, she eased them over her legs and stood before him in nothing but the thin silk-and-lace panties she wore now.
She shivered as the winds howled outside, and inside, the bedroom filled with steamy, erotic lust. His black eyes moved over her body as he sat down in the chair next to him slowly and lifted one booted foot to his knee.
He unlaced his boots slowly, watching her, simply staring at her, stroking her body with his gaze as she felt her breathing constrict in her chest.
No, no man had ever stared at her like Noble did.
His boots thumped to the floor.
"Do you ever touch yourself?" he asked her as he began unbuttoning his shirt, obviously forcing himself to do the chore slowly.
Haley flushed at the question. "Sometimes."
"Do you think of me?"
She licked her lips nervously. "Yes."
"You play with your nipples?"
Oh Lord, she was going to melt to the floor. Each time he spoke, his voice was thicker, rougher.
"I do," she whispered through a moan.
"Gently or rough?"
She was going to turn into one huge blush at this rate. But she answered him, her breathless, "Both," filling the room with another layer of tension.
"Show me." He shrugged the shirt from his shoulders, and she wanted to lick his spots rather than touch herself. "Let me see you touch your breasts, Haley."
