His lips were exactly as soft as they looked and he tasted sweet with a hint of wine and something she could not describe. When Amelia felt his tongue run over her bottom lip asking permission, she opened her mouth to him, her tongue welcoming his.

Her hands were in his hair, and.. What ? Seriously, did my leg just pop like in an old romantic movie ? She thought and yes it actually did.

She felt out of breath when he ended the kiss and she was wondering if it would be too early to invite him inside.

What she didn’t know was how he was fighting his wolf....