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“You know I haven’t made my mind up about you yet?” Jordan didn’t know what to say, and so she lied.

“Yes, you have,” Harvey offered back taking that next step, and the one after that, and the one after that until he was in front of her.

Jordan’s gaze flicked to the bed and back to him again. Her brain was trying to work overtime, and yet it felt fevered.

Just with the size of the man, her instinct should have been to take a step back. After all, she didn’t really know him. But instincts be damned, her feet felt like lead, her heart was hammering in her ears, someone had given her stomach a trampoline to bounce upon, and her womb was doing a Highland jig.

“You want to run that by me again?” Jordan asked as she tipped her head back to stare up into his eyes, eyes that were darkening to black, and with the sound of thunder that was rumbling in his chest, she thought that she just might end up a melted puddle of goo at his feet.

“Sure,” Harvey said, a moment before his hands closed around her upper arms and his lips came down on hers.

Jordan was pretty sure that going into the kiss she knew which way was up. But between the feel of his soft lips on hers, his hard chest pressed against her breasts, the feel of his hands as they released her arms and explored the curve of her back, and the press of his hard length against her stomach — which way was up was the least of her worries.

The man was temptation personified. Her hands wanted to explore the damp, hard ridges of his body while her mind threw up images of the different parts of him that she would like to explore.

Harvey was a dangerous man. He was dangerous to her sanity, to her panties, and to her willpower.

Harvey was lost in her. The scent of her was all around him. The feel of her in his arms flooded him with desire and needs the likes of which he’d never known before.

The taste of her tongue on his sent him wild with desire. He palmed the curvy cheeks of the backside with one large hand and lifted her up his body. The feel of her legs as they wrapped around his hips made him growl like a man possessed.

Harvey wasn’t sure where the wall was, but he was damn sure he was going to find it. And he did.

The press of his hard cock against her sex made the sweetest sound that he’d ever heard the catch in her throat. Harvey answered with a hungry growl.

He wanted to take her like this. He wanted her now. But he knew that couldn’t be.

They were in her bedroom in her father’s house. Macy was downstairs. How the hell could he do what he wanted to do to her, with her, when they had that kind of an audience?

Mine…

There wasn’t a whole heap that he could do about it, except to pull back away from her, and it felt like it was killing him to do it

Harvey only had to look at her to know that they were in the same boat. She looked dazed and confused, and she questioned why he’d stopped with just a look.

“Say that you’ll come home with me tonight,” Harvey growled. That growl was hungry, and it was all for her.

“You got pizza?”

“Huh?” Harvey was blindsided by her question.

“Well, a girl can’t live by sex alone.”

“Oh, it’s more than sex,” Harvey growled. His words sounded more like a promise than a tease or a line that he’d thrown out to a women before.

“So, there’s beer too?” She said. The sexy sound of a decidedly wicked giggle rang in his ears and made his cock twitch against her sex.

“Damn, woman, I’ve never come up against a shifter with the kind of knockout punch that you can deliver.”

“Ah, Harvey. I promise I won’t hurt you — much,” she said as her eyes sparkled with mischief.

Harvey got the feeling that he had certainly met his match.

 

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“Walk away, Harvey,” Owen said. He followed the bear shifter towards his truck. He determined to knock some sense into the man before it was too late.

“You know I can’t do that.” Harvey didn’t want to go to the fight. He wanted to go back to the house, get Jordan, take her home and make her his mate.

“That’s pride talking,” Owen snorted his contempt.

“Nothing wrong with a little pride.”

“Unless it leads to a fall,” Owen muttered, knowing full well that Harvey could hear him.

“Better a fall than a fool,” Harvey growled back.

“Too late. You’re already a fool going to the fight instead of taking Jordan home with you and doing the bears-bear and the bees-bee thing.”

“Owen…!” Harvey stopped and turned towards the vampire and Owen lifted his hands in surrender.

“I know, I know. You’re a proud man…”

“Who was going to throw this fight for Macy,” Harvey growled at the thought of the bargain he had made with the clan brothers.

 “And now you don’t have to.” Owen grinned.

“And now I don’t have to,” Harvey confirmed.

The smile on his face said it all — he was planning to enjoy coming up against one of the clan in a fairer fight than the one that he’d had earlier.

“Things can go wrong.”

“Yes, they can.” Harvey turned back away from him and started back towards his truck.

“I had a point,” Owen called after him.

“Then get to it — some of us age.”

“I’m coming with you,” Owen said. He raised one eyebrow as Harvey shot a look back over his shoulder at him. “Let’s just say I will be your insurance policy should anything go wrong.”

Harvey stopped with his hand resting on the handle of the truck door. He considered it for a long moment and then he nodded.

“Sounds fair.”

“I expected you to put up more of a fight than that. But then you never had the incentive of a mate before.” Owen strolled to the passenger door of the truck and yanked it open. “Let’s hope you don’t cave that easily at the fight.”

“Butthead.”