Our medic will want to dig your shotgun pellet out of my shoulder."She grimaced. "Sorry about that."He smirked. "Not the roughest kind of foreplay I've had."That sexy grin scorched her from the inside out.Oh. My.

He was Wes Calhoun. Former packmaster of the Wild Eight, son of the nefarious Nolan Calhoun, and one of the deadliest wolves to walk these mountainsides. He apologized to no one.Except, apparently, her...

Your eyes seem to flash every time you stare at me. You look hungry when you look at me."A slight growl rumbled in his chest."That's a different kind of hunger, Naomi.

His mouth claimed hers in a kiss that was as brazen and unforgiving, as terrifying and tantalizing as the electricity between them. She fell into the destruction before her, into him and the carnal desire between them that she knew would tear her to pieces even as the pleasure put her back together again.

Well, for her hormones, apparently all it took was saving her life, an unexpected kiss, and hauling her off like some sort of wolf caveman, to turn her into an adventurous vixen.

While she wasn't looking, he subtly adjusted the erection straining against his jeans."How big is it?" She broke the momentary silence between them.Wes froze. Apparently, he hadn't been as discreet as he'd thought, but he hadn't expected such a blunt ques..."You do know the acreage of your own ranch, don't you?" she asked.

The rancher and the wolf.