Wild Invitation

natural. “Of course,” he said matter-of-factly. “How would I have my wicked way with you if I left you in my dust?”
    Her smile was startled, but it grew until the leopard batted at its warmth, utterly captivated. “I exercise,” she said. “I have to, or the leg will freeze up.”
    “Every day?”
    She nodded. “It’s a habit now.” Looking up at the trail as it wound its way into the forest she took a deep breath. “It’s so beautiful here.”
    “Yeah.” He watched her face suffuse with joy and felt the razor-sharp bite of envy. The cat really wasn’t good at sharing. Neither was the man—he wanted to be the one to put that look of delight on her face. Soon, he promised himself.
    She glanced at him, smile changing into a very feminine look of realization. “Zach.” Her lips parted.
    It was all the invitation he needed. Dipping his head, he claimed another bold kiss, curving his hand around the silkenwarmth of her neck. When her hands came to rest on his chest, the cat stretched out in pleasure within him. He wanted those hands on his bare skin, his hunger for her so extreme it would make her bolt if she knew about it.
    That thought in mind, he pulled on the reins. Even so, he couldn’t keep from nipping at her lip.
    Her eyes widened even as her hands clenched on his chest. “You only had one forfeit.”
    He felt his mouth curve. “Put it on my account,” he said without an ounce of repentance.
    She laughed, and he knew that today was going to be one of the best days of his life.
    •   •   •
    SEVERAL hours later, Annie sighed and rested her head back against the seat as Zach drove them to the Pack Circle. “That was wonderful. Thank you.”
    “You fit here,” he said quietly, his voice lacking its usual playfulness. “The age of the trees, the immensity of the forest, it doesn’t scare you.”
    “It makes me feel free,” she admitted. “Out here, no one’s watching, waiting for me to stumble.” She wondered how she’d come to trust him so quickly—quickly enough to reveal a vulnerability she kept hidden from even her closest friends.
    It scared her a little, the intensity of the emotions growing in her heart. She tried to tell herself it was nothing but a silly crush, but all she could think of was the way his kisses had tugged at her soul. All day long he’d stolen them, until her lips remembered the shape of his, and her breasts ached for his touch. Swallowing, she attempted to redirect her thoughts. “The Pack Circle’s usually kept secret.”
    “We don’t take strangers there,” he acknowledged. “Only those we trust to honor our faith.”
    Her heart warmed from the inside out. “Thank you.”
    “Don’t thank me just yet. Wait till you meet the pack—they’re a nosy bunch.”
    Nerves snapped to full wakefulness as Zach parked his vehicle behind several others and turned to run his knuckles over her cheek. “Don’t be nervous.”
    “How do you know—”
    “I can smell the change in your scent.”
    She was still sitting there, mind awash with the implications of what he’d said, when he walked around and opened her door. “Come on, Angel. Let’s go face the masses.”
    She got out but didn’t take his hand. “You can smell the changes in my body?” She watched him reach in back for the picnic basket.
    “Yes.” Basket in hand, he tugged her hand from where she’d wrapped her arms around herself. “Does that bother you?” A direct gaze.
    She saw no flirtation in those eyes for the first time in hours. “A little,” she admitted.
    “You’ll get used to it.” He said that as if it was inevitable.
    She wasn’t sure. Privacy was a big deal for her—she’d spent almost a year in the hospital, only to go home to her mother’s constant hovering. Those experiences had combined to make her zealous about guarding her personal space, and what was more personal, more private, than her body itself?
    Zach glanced at her as they walked past the other cars. “It’s natural to us,” he said. “We don’t tend to notice a particular scent unless it’s something that matters.”
    “But other people will know,” she said, her stomach in knots. She could accept her hunger for Zach, accept that he knew, but to have everyone else be aware of it, too?
    Zach raised her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles, the tenderness undoing her. He was, she realized, far more a threat to her than she’d initially thought. If she wasn’t careful, Zach