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But he suddenly went very still and then groaned, pulling his mouth from hers. He wanted more. She could tell from the way his body was still pressed against hers, the way he was fighting with himself to let go, and damn if she didn’t want him to keep kissing her. A wolf had never kissed her before, and she wondered if it was just Ian or if all wolves were this hot.
He gazed into her eyes, his own filled with lust, his body hard and ready for more, but he cleared his throat and said, “Welcome to Scotland, lass.”

His mouth smiled against hers as his eyes grew smokier with desire. And then he obliged. His hands shifted to her hair, stroking and grasping handfuls as he poked his tongue between her lips, drew her body closer to his, and then pressed deeply into her mouth with his tongue

But then he did the unexpected and set her on the marble sink countertop. She thought he meant to offer to help her further with undressing and intended to quickly decline his generous offer. Instead, he leaned his face down to meet hers and kissed her! Full on the mouth with a sensuous, hot-blooded kiss that would have knocked her stockings off if she’d still been wearing them

“If I questioned Harold Washburn about a Miss Julia Jones who works for him, what would he say?”
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Julia’s traitorous heart was pounding as if she were running for her life while Ian crouched beside her. He had to have heard it and guessed she was afraid to tell the truth. Even though he attempted not to overawe her, the problem was that the man was inherently intimidating. From his darkened eyes to his husky voice, and the way his gaze shifted to the pocket of her shirt that contained his picture, she recognized both desire and a need for the truth in his expression.
What could she say? She was Julia Wildthorn, and a quick Internet search would

xpose her royally. Or she could say she was Julia MacPherson, and he’d know nothing about her—unless he knew something about the MacPhersons who had once inhabited Argent Castle. Either could be a disaster.

He gave her a nod. He couldn’t say it was his pleasure because he wanted to douse this unfathomable urge to get to know her better now. He kept telling himself he only needed to determine the essentials: who she really was, what was she doing here, and whose picture was in her pocket.
As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he did wonder if Basil Sutherland, his archenemy, had anything to do with her being here. Basil was always trying some damnable way to breach Ian’s castle walls and create a problem for him or his people

“Neither. We don’t…” She cleared her throat. Others didn’t understand their pack dynamics. It wasn’t really a pack, in truth, but a family. They helped each other, giving advice to each other. Sometimes her father was in charge, sometimes her grandfather, and sometimes even Julia—usually when her father and grandfather were feeling under the weather and she was there to help them get well. It was their way. No jostling to be the alpha leader. Each had his or her own job to do. They were all headstrong alphas so they just lived as a family. Although she had a place of her own. “We are a family

“No, neither of us is mated. And if we were, we’d still do our jobs. Our mates would not have to chaperone us.”
“If you were mine, I wouldn’t want you traipsing around a foreign country on your own. Too many wolves about.” At the last, he gave her a hint of a smile.
To his way of thinking, the little wolf was fair game

At once, he knew this was a mistake. The backseat was too small, and he was way too close to the object of his fascination. He felt another tug of desire as soon as he felt the heat and softness of her body when his leg touched hers in the small compact car, smelled her feminine fragrance, and heard her light breathing before the engine roared to life and they were on their way

He tightened his grip on her almost imperceptibly, like a male would a female, already wanting to keep her—in a strictly wolfish way—and not with any thought of whether she’d be the right kind of woman for him or not. He didn’t even know if the redhead was mated. Hell. He glanced at the other and took a deep breath, smelling the air. Maria was a wolf, too