It was that surrender he needed. That complete feminine submission to every stroke, every caress, ever naughty act. Only in that submission would the subconscious trust, the bond he needed between them, come. He wanted her to trust, to know, to instinctively understand that he was more than just her lover; he was her other half. The one she told her secrets to. The one, she made secrets with.

Getting a woman's body and getting her heart are two different things. And gaining her trust is another problem entirely.

My money's on the lady," he drawled. "You don't tame a vixen, you just travel in her wake.

I've never walked the same path other people found comfortable and I'm not going to start now.

I'm scared of you two in the same place. That's like putting in an order for trouble, rather than just wishing for it.

He was tall, one of the tallest men she had ever seen. Dressed in jeans, boots and a cotton shirt. Thick black hair grew rakishly long, falling over the collar of his shirt. Intense brown eyes, almost the color of amber, surveyed the diner slowly before coming back to her. Electricity sizzled in the air then, as though invisible currents connected them, forcing her to recognize him on a primitive level. Not that she wouldn’t take notice anyway. He was power, strength, and so incredibly male that her breath caught at the sight of him.

Wolves eat cats for dinner. By God, I wanna be a wolf. ~Kane Tyler~