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never felt so small in front of a man before. And that was to say nothing of the body on him: lean lines and muscles galore. Her blood heated as she stared at his nakedness.
    For most of her life, Vanessa had dated guys who treated her nicely but had nothing going for them. Nothing. They were sweet and promised her the world. And never delivered. The previous year, she’d vowed to find a man worthy of her love, one who was the full package. By making that pledge, she stopped herself from dating the usual males. This meant she hadn’t seen a naked man in almost a year, and she’d never seen one this good-looking.
    “You can stop staring at me like that,” he said, his voice so sinfully low she got shivers. “I’m not going to do anything bad to you.”
    Um, okay. He definitely couldn’t read minds because something bad was the last thing on her mind. Well, not really. She was thinking up a heck of a lot of bad things they could do together. Wow. Who would’ve thought that depriving herself of sex would make her this desperate? She didn’t even know the shifter.
    “Sorry. Didn’t mean to stare.” She glanced up to his face and struggled to keep her gaze locked to his golden one. “Thanks for your help back there.”
    He nodded, a slight lift of his lips showing his humor. “You’re welcome. It looked like you almost had it all under control.”
    She shrugged. “I come out of a club every night surrounded by drunk men. There is always the possibility someone will turn stupid with liquor. Though some are really stupid without it.”
    “Why did you follow me?” He took a step toward her, his gaze searching hers.
    “I wanted to make sure you were okay. I’m sure those guys will tell the police a big-ass tiger attacked them, but who’s gonna believe them? Not like you see tigers roaming the strip.”
    “Thank you. I’m fine.” He took another step toward her, his abs contracting with each breath he took. Jesus Christ. There was no way in hell she could stop herself from staring. He was a fucking work of art.
    “You...you sure?” What the heck was she asking?
    He nodded. “I’m fine. Do you need me to take you home?” He glanced at her lips and then up to her eyes.
    She cleared her throat, her hands shaking from how turned on she suddenly was. “I’m fine.” Was she really? She felt all kinds of hot, and her skin felt tight, like she was dehydrated even though she made sure to drink lots of water all day.
    “You run pretty fast,” he said, his gaze now lingering on her breasts, making her nipples pucker into tight, little points.
    “I didn’t notice. I was having a hell of a time trying to keep up with you.”
    Her breaths started coming faster the longer she stared at his face. He had amazing features—a strong jaw and a commanding set of eyes. And those lips. Wow. Along with the rest of his body, they’d kept her thoughts down to the gutter so long her mind bought real estate there.
    “You didn’t have to come. I’m fine. But now that you’re here, I can’t let you go back alone.”

 
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    She blinked, his words sinking in. “Excuse me?”
    “I’ll walk you to your car. To make sure nobody is lingering in the area, trying to do you any harm.”
    She should say no, but the draw to this primal man and his animal was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. She wanted to talk to him and find out more about the tiger. More about shifters. Heck, more about him.
    “Okay. Do you...need to grab some clothes?” She glanced around, searching for an outfit or something.
    “I tore them when I shifted. It’s fine. I’m used to being nude.”
    She gulped. He might be used to being naked, but she wasn’t used to seeing anybody naked that she wasn’t sleeping with. Even then, they weren’t this good to look at.
    “Let’s go back, then. Do you want me to take you home?” The offer came out of nowhere, leaving her shocked that she said the words. She did not know this man. He was