In the dim interior of the limousine, her scent was intoxicating. As Seraphina leaned toward me, golden eyes slightly dilated, lips parted, I felt every muscle in my body tense with anticipation. My wolf prowled restlessly beneath my skin, urging me to take what we both wanted.
Then she stopped.
I watched the conflict play across her beautiful face as she pulled back slightly, uncertainty replacing the desire in her eyes. My wolf snarled in frustration, but I managed to maintain control, even as my body ached with want.
"I... I'm sorry," she whispered, pressing herself back against the leather seat. "I shouldn't..."
I exhaled slowly, trying to calm the racing of my pulse. "Don't apologize."
This was becoming a familiar pattern. Seraphina would get close, allow herself to feel the connection between us, then panic and retreat. Each time it happened, my frustration grew, but so did my understanding.
"You're scared," I said simply, not as an accusation but as a statement of fact.
