She reached out, her fingers hesitant. The deerKnoxtilted his head down, letting her touch his antlers. Her hand trembled slightly as she caressed the boney protrusion. The ivory tines were warmer than she thought theyd be, a living extension of the man inside. She petted his pelt next, charmed by the coarse fur and the feel of his muscles bunching and moving underneath.Sitting back, she winked up at him. "You probably get this a lot,butnice rack.The deer flashed back into a man who tackled her onto her pillows with a wolfy growl. Always gotta be the smartass, dont you?
