He watched her silently for a long moment, and she tugged her shirt down again, drawing his gaze to her belly. Under the weight of his eyes, that scant inch of exposed flesh seemed outrageously intimate. She covered it instinctively with her hand. His hazel gaze dragged slowly up her body, lingering appreciatively at her breast.  She stared back , fascinated by the stark, elegant planes and angles of his face. The flames of the campfires flickered and danced hypnotically in his eyes.

"I want to be closer to you, Annie," he said softly "Close enough so I can tell what kind of shampoo you used tonight. May I? Jacob didn't talk about them been paired together by the moon Goddess since she doesn't accept it, he decided to seduce her first, mark her and make her permanently his.

Annie's lips trembled, and she clamped them together. The velvet- soft tone of his voice made her legs feel asif they wouldn't hold her if she stood, and an unfamiliar ache deep in her belly made her restless and anxious. His taut, muscular backside was beautiful showcased by his loose, crouching pose. She dragged her eyes away from it and pulled her mind back to his question. 

"Um, yes," she said, trying to sound casual "And thank you for asking. "

He rose to his feet with catlike grace, and walked slowly around the fire. He loomed over her for only a second or two, but the time dilated oddly as she stared at him from that odd perspective, her eyes skittering in nervous fascination up his long, muscular legs, over the bulge in front of his jeans, his flat belly and barrel chest. He sank down in front of her, studying her with grave concentration. He close his eyes and took a deep breath, and a beatific smile spared across his face."Lavender," he said softly "yumm"

Annie's ears roared. His nearness effected her like the deep, pervasive thundering of a huge waterfall, filling her senses and blotting out everything else. She stared, rapt, at the dramatic sweep of his black lashes, his sharp cheekbones, the seductive groove that bracketed his lazy smile.

"It's an aromatherapy shampoo," she explained in a small breathless voice. "It's supposed to be , um soothing. "

He opened his eyes. "That's strange," he murmured in mock puzzlement. "I'm not soothed at all by the thought of steaming lavender-scented suds cascading over your pink, naked body. On the contrary." An image of Jacob in the shower assailed her--- that big , powerful body gleaming and naked, slippery with soap. Her head swam, and she swallowed hard and learned forward, sniffing his damp hair. " Pert plus, shampoo and conditioner in one," she guessed. "You're a no- nonsense sort of guy. Always on the move. No conditioning rinse, no styling get, just wash , comb , and go. Right?"

His hazel eyes held hers with quite intensity. "That's true," he admitted.  "I'm very high-energy. But I know how to slow down." 

Annie clutched the can of peaches tightly to her chest with both hands, and looked down into the fire." That's good," she said, almost inaudible. "Going slow is very important."

They sat silently for a long moment.  He put his big hand gently over her, stilling its fine tremor. The whisper-soft contact sent a sweet, tingling flood of anticipation through every nerve in her body.

"I 've change my mind about the peach," he said in a husky voice, tugging the can away from her. He speared a chunk, plucked it off the end of the fork and examined it, heedless of the syrup dripping voluptuous over his hand . He took a bite and closed his eyes for long moment as he chewed and swallowed, then opened his eyes with blissful smile " succulent," he commented softly. "Tender and soft and silky, dripping with juices. Divine perfection in a can. 

She stared, fascinated, as he slid the rest of the peach into his mouth with a growl of pleasure . "I 've never looked at canned peaches in quite that way," she admitted. 

He laughed softly. "You 've got to look at things in just the right light before they 'll give up their secret." He snagged another piece between his thumb and forefinger, and admired it from all sides. "Under the enchantment of sweet Annie, these peaches are the manna of the gods. "Come closer , Annie. Let me show you." She gazed at him, flustered and nervous but irresistibly tempted by the burning invitation in his eyes. She leand forward and opened her mouth to take a bite of the fruit. His other hand gently seized her shoulder, holding her still.

"Wait," he said in a low, admonishing voice. He leaned closer, surrounding her with his scent. "First you have to concentrate. Yield to the enchantment. Let it lead you. There's no hurry. "

Annie blinked, and gazed at the chunk of peach. She stared at his long fingers, wet and gleaming with sticky syrup, and she squirmed restlessly, her breath jerking in and out of her lungs  "Ok, I'm concentrating," she said testily. "Now what?"

"Look at how beautiful it is," he suggested in a whisper, his warm fragrant breath tickling her ear. "How golden and full of light. How juicy and plump. It's ready to give itself to you , to be absorbed into your body. 

The peach slid out of focus and became a shining golden glow in the foreground.  His lean dark face shifted into focus behind it, his eyes fixed intently on her. "Ok," I think I'm there," she told him, her voice low and shaky. "I'm pretty sure that I 've , ah, yield to the enchantment of the peach."

His teeth flashed in a swift, brilliant smile. "Good ," he murmured. Now open your mouth and close your eyes."

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth obediently, making a tiny gasping noise as the intensely sweet wedge of syrupy fruit nudged itself between her lips. She took a bite. 

He was right. It was delicious, but she wasn't the one who had cast the spell that made it so. That was all Jacob's doing. The sweetness of the fruit simmered on her tongue like trapped sunshine, and her body was hot , pulsing, dazzled. She opened her eyes, her defences swept away, and stared into the endless depths of his hazel eyes. 

Jacob's wild, potent magic tugged at her, opening up wild, verdant places deep inside her mind; places she'd never shared with anyone. A fey, fearless part of her took over, and she leaned forward, taking his wrist in her hand. She drew it toward her lips and took the last morsel of peach gently into her mouth, licking the peach syrup off his thumb and forefinger with delicate little flicks of her tongue around it. 

His eyes dilated, and his breath shuddered through his chest, harsh and audible. His face was suddenly tense, almost grim, the teasing gleam in his eyes gone and the depth of his hunger unmasked. 

Annie let go of his hand and shrank back, startled at her own boldness.  Jacob looked down at his fingers as if they were not his own. 

"Does this mean that I can stay with you tonight?" He asked hoarsely.

A final spasm of doubt clutched her, warring with the ache of longing that he'd awakened, and making her uncertain if she could really live up to her silent promise of unbridled sensuality. And it was insane to make herself so vulnerable, all alone in the dark as she was. But if he'd wanted to hurt her or force her, he could have done so ten times over by now. "Mate," he is my mate," her wolf roared inside her. And she'd been alone in the dark for a long time now , if she counted these last, bad months with ken, she could never moved on and what harm could there be in a lighthearted tryst?

"I' ve never fallen into bed with a stranger before ," she whisper 

Jacob pick up a stick and stirred the coal with it, biding his time. "We' re not strangers. I've been courting you for days." 

She opened her mouth, and was utterly surprised when the , naked truth popped out.

"I'm running away from my ex-boyfriend," she blurted. "I'm wrecked, Jacob. You're really cute guy, and it's nothing person, but I just got out of a bad situation after a long time and chances are I'd disappoint you anyway,That's why I don't want to have mate,"

He gave her a thoughtful frown. "I doubt that very much. Besides, just because your ex-boyfriend is a jerk, is that any reason to deny yourself mate, no matter what you experience in your park, don't make yourself surfer more, am here to protect and love you. He continued. "I asked nothing more of you but to worship at the shrine of your incredible beauty. 

That cracked her up. She forced to choke the giggles down when they threatened to melt into tear. "My mate!, her wolf whispered again 

"Listen to your heart, Annie. "

The gentle word moved her. Something softened and shifted deep inside her chest. The fire cracked and popped, the coal glowed with shifting shades of red , like pulsing heart. Jacob pushed back a lock of hair that was clinging to her cheek."Let me please you to night, Annie."

She gave a quick nod.

"Is that a yes?" His voice was satiny soft. "Let me hear you say it, so I can be sure." 

A delicious shiver racked her, though she was far from cold. " Yes," she whispered.