Tied With a Bow

her heart to. That knowing him would never be the problem.
    Holding him would be another story.
    And Isabelle knew that several of her friends had thought they could hold on to one of the rapturously, sexually experienced males science had created, only to end up with a broken heart.
    Having a future with a Breed wouldn’t be the easiest job a woman could take on. Or the easiest challenge. Falling in love with one could be termed the height of idiocy. In that second, Isabelle knew her heart was now on the line as well. If she hadn’t already lost it. Not that she had ever believed in love at first sight before. She wasn’t certain she believed in it now. But she knew a part of her would grieve for a lifetime when this Breed walked out of her life.
    “Isabelle,” Chelsea hissed behind her. “Sweetie, I think we better go.”
    Isabelle ignored her. Her sister didn’t seem panicked, just worried. Worried was okay.
    She felt as though she were gliding across the bar, held by his gaze, so fascinated, so intent on the man watching her that she could barely breathe.
    She was instinct. She was living every fantasy she had ever had in that moment. Stepping to him, her gaze still captured, her senses narrowed to this one moment, Isabelle reach for the broad, masculine fingers that held the glass.
    She didn’t take the glass from him.
    Using her fingers, she urged the glass to her lips and he complied easily. Tucking the edge of it at her lips, he lifted it slowly until the icy liquid was touching her tongue, burning across her senses as she took a slow, sensual drink of the fiery liquor.
    As he pulled back, she licked her lips slowly, realizing he had placed the exact spot his own lips had touched to hers.
    “You’re living dangerously,” he murmured as her heart raced out of control, barreled into her chest then broke off to rush through her senses and overwhelm them.
    “Prove it.”
    Oh hell. No. She hadn’t said that. She really hadn’t.
    Hadn’t someone said something about never, ever daring a Breed, especially a Coyote?
    His lips quirked, an edge of smile filling eyes such a dark, dark blue they were nearly black.
    “I can prove it.” Pure confidence filled his voice.
    This time, she lifted the glass from his hand, brought it to her lips and finished the drink before handing it back to him.
    His fingers covered hers as he took it, a flame leaping in his gaze as pure, sexual awareness seemed to fill the night.
    “Confident, aren’t you?” she whispered playfully as a tingle of excitement rushed through her system.
    “Very,” he agreed. “And I would so enjoy playing with you.”
    A game? She’d never played sensual, flirtatious games. She’d never dared a Breed, and she’d never, at any time, challenged man or Breed to seduce her.
    “We’re playing, then?” she asked softly.
    “You could say I’m hunting,” he murmured seductively. “The sweetest, softest little morsel I believe I’ve ever scented in my life. You could become an addiction.”
    Her heart tripped, speeded up and began racing in excitement.
    “Do I get a head start?”
    Eek . Where had that come from?
    His head tilted to the side, his eyes squinting just a bit at the corners, as though he wanted to smile. “Do you plan to use it?”
    “Of course.” She was going to run clear to the other end of the state just to escape the memory of her daring.
    What was that expression that came over his face? It almost softened. His eyes gleamed and seemed to fill with something she would have called fondness at any other time.
    “Are you sure you want a head start?” His voice dropped, sexual, heated, it stroked over her senses with an intimacy she hadn’t expected.
    “It would be wise. Just to make certain I know what I’m doing, mind you.” She had no idea what the hell she was doing, and that was a fact.
    His hand rose, his fingertip tucking beneath the hair that had fallen over her shoulder to find her exposed collarbone as he leaned closer, his lips at her ear. “When I find you, I’m going to undress you, then spread you out and lick all the lush, sweet cream I can smell flowing from your pussy. When I’ve drowned my senses in the taste of you, I’m going to fuck you with my tongue, lick more of you, then listen to your screams as you come.”
    She was going to melt right there in the floor. Isabelle swore her knees nearly gave out on her as sensual weakness flooded them. She had to tighten her thighs against the