*Anna*

I should have declined. Any well-breed she-Wolf with a fiance would have. Not that a betrothed female isn’t allowed to dance with a man who isn’t her mate to be, but I certainly shouldn’t be so near to a man whose hands, although properly placed … one on my back and the other providing a haven for my fingers … causes me to long for them to be improperly placed, caressing the nape of my neck, stroking my bare shoulders, cradling my face as he leans in …

Oh, dear goddess. I want that deliciously wicked mouth of his doing all the things I dream of his hands doing....