"If he thinks he can," I responded absently as I studied Paul's magnificent body.

I had been wearing slippers, and I kicked them off. Dressed in jeans and a sweater I felt comfortable for the run. My mind couldn't shake the picture of Paul's willing flesh beneath my teeth, in my mouth …

I groaned.

He paused. "You're ready, aren't you, baby?" His voice was a husky growl. "Then go."

He wasn't even transformed, but I went. I knew exactly where the stream ...