He laughed. "Thanks for the faith."
Wrinkling her nose at him, she uncovered a plate to show him ham, turkey, dressing, and potatoes. "Do you need anything else?"
You. . . .
Gods, he was such a fool. Her rump was the only roast he wanted to take a bite out of. Even now he could imagine stripping her bare and making love to her until they were both blind from it.
He cleared his throat, wishing he could clear his mind just as easily. "No, and I'm really sorry for the way I treated you earlier."
"You should be, but I understand. I have the same feelings, which really piss me off."
He took a deep draft of his beer. "There's something wrong with us, isn't there?"
"Yes. We're broken."
Setting the beer aside, he pulled her toward him until she was standing between his spread knees. Her scent wrapped around him like a warm cloak as he imagined sliding her T-shirt over her head and freeing her breasts. "I've never wanted a woman as badly as I do you."
She rested her hands on his shoulders as she looked down at him, her gaze scalding hot. "I've never wanted a man until you."
He leaned his head against her stomach while she brushed her hand through his hair, then down to his shoulders. "What are we going to do?"
Her touch sent chills over him. "We have to stay away from each other. I'm my mother's heir. I have to find a bearswain to mate with."
Anger shot through him at those words. He couldn't stand the thought of another man touching her. But he let the heat of her body soothe him until he was calm again. "We can be adults about this."
"Absolutely. We're just friends."
"Friends." Had there ever been a more disgusting word invented?
Aimee looked down at him as he pulled away to gaze up at her. His hair was shaggy and his whiskers were already starting to darken his cheeks again-it gave him a feral sex appeal that was hard to resist. And those beautiful eyes of his . . . she could lose herself to him so easily.
Don't . . .
"I'm going to my room now."
Fang nodded and released her. His heart heavy, he watched her leave even though what he really wanted to do was call her back and run off to a place where no one would care that he was a wolf and she a bear.
"What have I done?"
Made a complete and utter wreck of your life.
It was true. Everything was screwed up and he had no idea how to make it right again.
Sighing, he went to the tray Aimee had brought and sat down to eat.
Aimee tried her best to sleep. But for some reason, she couldn't. It was around three in the morning when she went to the bathroom and saw the light shining from underneath Fang's door.
Against her better judgment, she padded down the hallway to knock lightly on his door.
He didn't answer.
"Fang?" she whispered.
Again he didn't answer.
Closing her eyes, she looked inside the room and found him there. He was pacing the room like a caged animal. Wild. Cold. Deadly.
Something was wrong.