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Sarah might not have seen it coming, but when his warm, soft lips came down on hers – she had to admit – that it bowled her over like a flower trying to stand up against the might of a steamroller.

She felt the heat and tingly goodness of the bolt of lightning that shot through her, turning her stomach over, and waking up her womb with another jolt that sent a white hot wave rippling outwards through her body.

Her head spun, her knees went weak, and she slapped her palms down against the hard muscles of his chest and curled her fingers against the shirt that clung to him – holding on for dear life.

It felt as if he was the rock in the midst of the madness that was her lifeline to sanity, instead of the one who had caused her world to shift all around her.

She gasped in a breath and Nathan took the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

Chancer…

Even my toes are starting to curl … who gets curly toes?

Goddess, but the man is moreish…

She felt his large hand cup the back of her head, keeping her right where he wanted her as he explored her mouth with his tongue…

Curling toes are the least of my worries…

He fisted her hair in his hand and kissed her like she’d never been kissed before. So thoroughly that every inch of her body throbbed alive with the pulses of tinging goodness that went through her, wave after wave, like some kind of mini orgasm, waking up her senses and the long dormant needs and desires within her, and blindsiding her with the sudden reawakening of every inch of her femininity…

She gasped for breath and he broke the kisses, moving down her neck, and nibbling at the place where her pulse beat the wildest. Then he closed his lips and sucked hard, and every inch of her screamed for mercy…

“T-hat’s…” she tried to form a sentence. The trouble was she just didn’t know what she wanted to say…

Stop … don’t stop … slow down … go faster…

I’m confused … not confused … he feels good … sinfully good … maybe too good…

I should put the brakes on … I should hit the accelerator with everything I have and go for it…

Damn, I’m easy … not even a dinner date…

But, he’s my mate – I think we both know how this ends up…

Why fight it?

Why not?

Because he’s my mate…

Because he’s my mate … I should slow it down… a little … a lot…

“Someone got distracted…” His deep voice was softly spoken against her ear with a little growl that rumbled beneath her fingertips as they lay against his chest, and her body even responded to that…

Traitorous body that it is…

Aren’t I supposed to be repelling him?

Holding him off and battening down the hatches to his approaches … unless I want to mate with him, be wooed by him…

Do I want to be wooed…?

Wooed … stupid word … boink-ed senseless by a man who definitely knew just what he was doing and how to do it…

Sounds good…

Wait … nooo … yesss … I don’t bloody well know anymore…

“Distracted…” she agreed. She was definitely that.

He was distracting her.

Her body was distracting her.

His kisses were definitely distracting her … and then there was her brain … that had shut down the moment that he’d kissed her, and rushed back to life with a million questions and rationalisations that she couldn’t quite tally…

Perhaps the brain wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be … if it hadn’t of interfered then he’d still be kissing me … and that had felt good…

Sinfully good.

Wickedly good…

Too damn good … and there goes my stupid brain again!

“Still distracted,” Nathan said, as he rested his forehead against hers and tried to still the beast inside of him from pushing forwards to try to claim her for their own.

Not to mention the fact that he was partial to mating her, more than wanting to claim her, and in definite need of having her body wrapped around his as he took her down his length, over and over, discovering her body, what she liked, and bringing her with him to a bond that would last a lifetime.

Love was love, and he’d already opened his heart to let her inside.

“Food…” she rushed out and then felt the need to head-butt the solidity of his chest on a wakeup call to her brain…

So damn descriptive…

Idiot!

Now don’t you look like a stupid schoolgirl with a crush on the cool guy in class…?

Make it right!

How…?

“Love some,” Nathan could see that she was floundering and he threw her a lifeline.

He might have had a grin on his face that closely resembled the Cheshire Cat – and why not?

He’d had her in his arms. He’d tasted her on his tongue, sure he’d hoped for more … but nothing in life that was worth a damn came easily, and he could just add her to that list.

His mate was definitely worth any effort that he needed to put in, and worth the wait – although, he wasn’t sure how long he could play entirely fair in that department…

“I hope you’re a good cook…” Nathan said and watched her frown…

“Right back at ya!” She knew alpha males could be male chauvinistic to the extreme, but she hoped this one didn’t see her as bare foot, pregnant, and slaving over a hot stove all day…

If she was going to consider being his mate, then he really needed not to be the biggest jerk in the world that was full of them.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours…” he offered, and she snapped her head to one side and regarded him with a questioning stare… “Cooking wise,” he assured her.

“Being naked is an optional extra, feel free.” He said.

Sarah couldn’t help but smile. He had that teasing grin back on his lips, and sure; he might have looked a little devilishly cocky, but he also looked as sexy as hell, and she liked that…

Boy did she like that…

“I’ll pass on the naked part, but as you say, feel free…” she said, and for one long moment as she stood there; she saw him consider it – like she’d thrown him a challenge – but then he just grinned a little harder, teased her a little more with his eyes.

“When I get naked with you – I don’t think I’ll be cooking…”

That sparked another round of hot flushes inside and outside of her body … she thought that installing ceiling fans throughout the Inn might have been a good idea if he was sticking around…

The man was definitely hot stuff.