He slid down the length of her body, stopping every few inches to take another deep inhale of the skin he methodically exposed with the unbuttoning of her pajamas. She giggled as his breath and then his lips tickled her skin, but she refused to answer his question. Determined to make her pay for her insolence, the werewolf ripped every stitch of clothing she had on off to her extreme delight. Her mind went fuzzy the moment his face disappeared between her thighs. All reservations about whether or not she'd made the right decision in seeking him out for temporary shelter evaporated with one lick of his practiced and talented tongue.