*Miranda’s POV*
My back touched the mattress before my thighs did, since they were still wrapped around my mate. It’s been a long time since we’ve been this close... too long. George put me down as if I were made of glass, afraid that if he handled me too roughly, I’d shatter beyond repair. He was trying to act all big and strong by making jokes and smiling wickedly, but only I could see beyond those gorgeous golden eyes. Even without my wolf, I could still see him, the real him. He was worried, concerned, and uncertain of what to do. When he looks at me I only see panic hidden behind a mask of ice... so I forced my eyes shut.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” he said, his voice was but a husky whisper.
“Don’t,” was my only response as I felt my skin ignite under his touch. His hands were
