Tracey was no virgin, but the way Phoenix was staring at her brought a rosy blush to her skin deeper than any other time she’d ever been naked in front of a man.
Maybe it was because he was so very handsome. Or maybe it was because they were technically in public, though this section seemed to be completely deserted.
Nah. It’s because of him.
She felt the truth of that sentiment down to her toes. Phoenix loomed over her for a moment, tearing his clothes off in a whirl of movement that any other time would have made her head spin. But she was too caught up in the acres of tight, bronzed skin and the rippling muscles revealed to her.
Holy moly.
Her sexy Dire Wolf mate was incredible. And yes, he was hers. Had said so himself. She wasn’t sure when she’d stopped believing in magic. Sometime when she was too young to have had such doubts.