self-discipline he had because all he wanted to do was comfort her bruised skin. Her delicate body was made for a man to worship. Instead she’d used it for treason.
God damn it to hell and back!
Chapter Five
“You’re still not scaring me!”
A solid door slammed in her face. The wood paneling stared back at her completely unimpressed with her brave words.
Dropping herself onto the bed, Roshelle let her face reflect her true feelings. She was so tired! Fear might still be coursing through her veins but her body was collapsing as she took in the fact that she seemed to be alone for the present.
Sunlight streamed in the window when she lifted her eyes again. Roshelle lifted her face and noticed a doorway that she’d missed the night before. It led to a small bathroom that she gratefully entered. She rushed through a shower as his promise lingered in her memory. Her body was already far too aware of the man. She didn’t need him finding her naked.
Green eyes were uncommon, the emerald intensity of his had to be the rarest kind. Set with his black hair, it was a startling combination. His body was amazing. He had to be over six feet and his chest was coated with thick muscles that continued down his arms.
He was one of the most terrifying men that she had ever seen.
It was almost funny to recall their first meeting. He had threatened her even then. But she had stood up to him with the innocent faith of a child. It had not even crossed her mind that another human being would do her harm. Abba was responsible for that.
A smile flirted across her face. Dear sweet Abba. How Roshelle missed her grandmother.
That smile was the first thing Jared saw when he opened the door. The fact that she was clearly pleased with herself caused his temper to raise its head.
“Enjoying yourself?”
Her breath was stuck in her throat. Roshelle forced it down. She refused to be his next kill.
“I see you’ve decided to stop hiding.”
“You missed me?”
“Like a toothache.”
Jared caught his amusement before she heard it. She had a backbone of solid steel; he’d give her that. Her fingers were curled into the comforter that she sat on betraying her fear.
Shane’s methods were not yielding the information he needed. The blonde insisted that they’d been kidnapped. Jared was finished waiting. Roshelle would tell him why he’d found her in the mist of a rebel force, or he would rip it out of her mind.
“I suggest you tell me exactly what your friends were up to on my mountain.”
She knew one thing about him now. He was a man that kept his promises. Fear was rising along her back in response to the aggression in his voice. Roshelle forced herself to lock stares with him.
“They weren’t my friends. They were my captors.”
A harsh grunt was his response. He crossed his huge arms over his chest as his eyes cut into hers. He continued right into her mind. Roshelle struggled against the invasion but refused to cower. She could feel his anger, as he seemed to shift among her emotions.
But her senses registered more than his anger. She felt him. It was a strength that seemed to be forged from solid steel. There was an undeniable attraction to that strength. All the details about how they’d ended up facing each other down didn’t matter as Roshelle felt the impact of this man’s true nature.
He had honor. Maybe the edges were rough but there wasn’t the stench of dishonestly rising from his soul. Something inside her deepest core was touched by his presence.
Roshelle suddenly gasped. His eyes had closed to mere slits as he listened to her thoughts. It wasn’t like a conversation that you followed in words but they were linked together so that every emotion was shared. He liked her approval of him. It ran through his brain as arousal followed right on its heels.
“Don’t touch me.”
Jared wasn’t even sure just when he’d decided to do exactly that. But he wanted to close the gap between them ‘til he
God damn it to hell and back!
Chapter Five
“You’re still not scaring me!”
A solid door slammed in her face. The wood paneling stared back at her completely unimpressed with her brave words.
Dropping herself onto the bed, Roshelle let her face reflect her true feelings. She was so tired! Fear might still be coursing through her veins but her body was collapsing as she took in the fact that she seemed to be alone for the present.
Sunlight streamed in the window when she lifted her eyes again. Roshelle lifted her face and noticed a doorway that she’d missed the night before. It led to a small bathroom that she gratefully entered. She rushed through a shower as his promise lingered in her memory. Her body was already far too aware of the man. She didn’t need him finding her naked.
Green eyes were uncommon, the emerald intensity of his had to be the rarest kind. Set with his black hair, it was a startling combination. His body was amazing. He had to be over six feet and his chest was coated with thick muscles that continued down his arms.
He was one of the most terrifying men that she had ever seen.
It was almost funny to recall their first meeting. He had threatened her even then. But she had stood up to him with the innocent faith of a child. It had not even crossed her mind that another human being would do her harm. Abba was responsible for that.
A smile flirted across her face. Dear sweet Abba. How Roshelle missed her grandmother.
That smile was the first thing Jared saw when he opened the door. The fact that she was clearly pleased with herself caused his temper to raise its head.
“Enjoying yourself?”
Her breath was stuck in her throat. Roshelle forced it down. She refused to be his next kill.
“I see you’ve decided to stop hiding.”
“You missed me?”
“Like a toothache.”
Jared caught his amusement before she heard it. She had a backbone of solid steel; he’d give her that. Her fingers were curled into the comforter that she sat on betraying her fear.
Shane’s methods were not yielding the information he needed. The blonde insisted that they’d been kidnapped. Jared was finished waiting. Roshelle would tell him why he’d found her in the mist of a rebel force, or he would rip it out of her mind.
“I suggest you tell me exactly what your friends were up to on my mountain.”
She knew one thing about him now. He was a man that kept his promises. Fear was rising along her back in response to the aggression in his voice. Roshelle forced herself to lock stares with him.
“They weren’t my friends. They were my captors.”
A harsh grunt was his response. He crossed his huge arms over his chest as his eyes cut into hers. He continued right into her mind. Roshelle struggled against the invasion but refused to cower. She could feel his anger, as he seemed to shift among her emotions.
But her senses registered more than his anger. She felt him. It was a strength that seemed to be forged from solid steel. There was an undeniable attraction to that strength. All the details about how they’d ended up facing each other down didn’t matter as Roshelle felt the impact of this man’s true nature.
He had honor. Maybe the edges were rough but there wasn’t the stench of dishonestly rising from his soul. Something inside her deepest core was touched by his presence.
Roshelle suddenly gasped. His eyes had closed to mere slits as he listened to her thoughts. It wasn’t like a conversation that you followed in words but they were linked together so that every emotion was shared. He liked her approval of him. It ran through his brain as arousal followed right on its heels.
“Don’t touch me.”
Jared wasn’t even sure just when he’d decided to do exactly that. But he wanted to close the gap between them ‘til he
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