Joan, whose body was on fire as she felt his hot breath on her skin, slowly looked up at him, and their eyes locked. The protest, which was at the back of her mind telling her this wasn't right, disappeared in agiffy, leaving her completely yearning for him. yearning for his lips on hers. yearning for his touch on her skin. it was really hard to think straight when they were this close and desire had clouded her mind. "This isn't right." She was finally able to say in a whipser that went unheard by Liam. He couldn't hold back a much longer, and his wolf was in utter delight...