"I didn't sleep well." Julian Fairchild nuzzled against the crook of her neck, lifting his eyelids slightly as hot breath bathed her pale skin. "You're right here beside me, yet I... have to sleep alone."
"...What nonsense are you talking?" Maeve Lane's eyelid twitched as she struggled a little, but the man held her tightly, as if drawing strength from her.
"I'm not talking nonsense." Julian's voice was sexy and mesmerizing. "You're just deliberately torturing me..."
"Do you really not want to be intimate with me?"
The man held the soft jade of warmth in his arms, teasingly kissing her earlobe, which had already blushed a bright red, making his eyes redden too.
Maeve Lane felt her throat dry up. "Don't start like this so early in the morning..."
"Zoe." Julian suddenly called her in a low voice, his large hand clasping her waist and pulling her over. "Do you know what happens when a wolf is starved for too long..."
