could bury his face in the soft curve of her neck again. His body didn’t give a damn about anything but the need to get closer to her. It confounded the hell out of him but that didn’t change the fact that his staff was rising to attention as he considered the bed she sat on.
Just what he was expecting she wasn’t sure of, but he pushed his body away from the wall that he was leaning against. The two steps he took brought him within touching range of her body.
“Don’t touch me!”
She rolled over the bed in her search for escape. Her eyes were wide as she struggled against the needs of her own body. She wanted him. Jared could taste it.
“You like the way I touch you.”
He moved like a predator. Two huge hands landed in the middle of the bed as he leaped across it. His mind sliced through her protests like a razor to find out what she hid behind the shield. His lips lifted at the corners as he let his own arousal drift across the link.
“Hmm… So, you’re afraid of yourself. I might have to help you face your phobia.”
But Jared wasn’t interested in chasing her across the bed. He held their link open as her eyes widened with the intensity of their reaction to each other. It poured from both of their bodies to mix together into something that threatened to consume both their ideas about right and wrong.
It scared her to death. Jared clamped his jaw together and pushed away from the bed. Her fear twisted his gut, souring his desire to claim her. He pushed the door open with too much force and slammed it back behind him with even more.
* * * * *
Cupping her hands under the faucet, Roshelle used them to splash the water onto her face. The cooling liquid hit her eyes, soothing the burning.
The door opened behind her causing her heart to leap in panic. She couldn’t face another trial just yet.
The door closed again almost before it had completely opened. Her eyes surveyed the plate of food that was left behind on the nightstand. Reaching for the bottle of water she enjoyed the cooling slide of the beverage but the rest of the food didn’t interest her in the least.
The sun was setting. The only window her prison offered was lit with the crimson glow of sunset. Nothing but the simplest of blinds covered the opening in the wall. Moving towards it, she reached for the plastic rod that would allow her to open the slats.
Her eyes drank in the beauty of the forest. This house stood surrounded by it. Roshelle couldn’t have ever imagined a more perfect home.
Reaching for the latch, she pushed the sliding glass pane aside. The evening breeze sailed into her, surrounding her with the scent of the mountains. Pulling in a deeper breath, she held it. There was nothing so sweet as the fir trees. Goose bumps ran down the length of her arms making her frown.
Her body was too sensitive. It defied her attempts to understand. How exactly did she develop such an attraction to a man she didn’t know? Her temper stirred but it changed nothing. Her breasts actually rose as the memory of his touch played in crystal clear perfection across her brain. Her nipples ached as she recalled exactly how hot his mouth was when he applied it to the little sensitive nub.
Roshelle shook her head as the ache traveled straight into her belly. She’d never been so acutely aware of her sexual needs before. Her body pulsed in a warm wave of desire that made her shudder.
Roshelle tossed her head in disgust with her body. She had to get out of here before her overactive hormones got her into trouble. Dark images of him moving across her body drifted across her mind. He wanted her and the ideas were drifting from his mind into hers.
Spinning on her heel, Roshelle glared at the door. Fear had a funny way of heightening a person’s senses. Every sound came through with amazing volume. Each time that door shut she remembered. Not once had she noticed a lock clicking into place.
Well, it was time to find out! Her hand grasped the
Just what he was expecting she wasn’t sure of, but he pushed his body away from the wall that he was leaning against. The two steps he took brought him within touching range of her body.
“Don’t touch me!”
She rolled over the bed in her search for escape. Her eyes were wide as she struggled against the needs of her own body. She wanted him. Jared could taste it.
“You like the way I touch you.”
He moved like a predator. Two huge hands landed in the middle of the bed as he leaped across it. His mind sliced through her protests like a razor to find out what she hid behind the shield. His lips lifted at the corners as he let his own arousal drift across the link.
“Hmm… So, you’re afraid of yourself. I might have to help you face your phobia.”
But Jared wasn’t interested in chasing her across the bed. He held their link open as her eyes widened with the intensity of their reaction to each other. It poured from both of their bodies to mix together into something that threatened to consume both their ideas about right and wrong.
It scared her to death. Jared clamped his jaw together and pushed away from the bed. Her fear twisted his gut, souring his desire to claim her. He pushed the door open with too much force and slammed it back behind him with even more.
* * * * *
Cupping her hands under the faucet, Roshelle used them to splash the water onto her face. The cooling liquid hit her eyes, soothing the burning.
The door opened behind her causing her heart to leap in panic. She couldn’t face another trial just yet.
The door closed again almost before it had completely opened. Her eyes surveyed the plate of food that was left behind on the nightstand. Reaching for the bottle of water she enjoyed the cooling slide of the beverage but the rest of the food didn’t interest her in the least.
The sun was setting. The only window her prison offered was lit with the crimson glow of sunset. Nothing but the simplest of blinds covered the opening in the wall. Moving towards it, she reached for the plastic rod that would allow her to open the slats.
Her eyes drank in the beauty of the forest. This house stood surrounded by it. Roshelle couldn’t have ever imagined a more perfect home.
Reaching for the latch, she pushed the sliding glass pane aside. The evening breeze sailed into her, surrounding her with the scent of the mountains. Pulling in a deeper breath, she held it. There was nothing so sweet as the fir trees. Goose bumps ran down the length of her arms making her frown.
Her body was too sensitive. It defied her attempts to understand. How exactly did she develop such an attraction to a man she didn’t know? Her temper stirred but it changed nothing. Her breasts actually rose as the memory of his touch played in crystal clear perfection across her brain. Her nipples ached as she recalled exactly how hot his mouth was when he applied it to the little sensitive nub.
Roshelle shook her head as the ache traveled straight into her belly. She’d never been so acutely aware of her sexual needs before. Her body pulsed in a warm wave of desire that made her shudder.
Roshelle tossed her head in disgust with her body. She had to get out of here before her overactive hormones got her into trouble. Dark images of him moving across her body drifted across her mind. He wanted her and the ideas were drifting from his mind into hers.
Spinning on her heel, Roshelle glared at the door. Fear had a funny way of heightening a person’s senses. Every sound came through with amazing volume. Each time that door shut she remembered. Not once had she noticed a lock clicking into place.
Well, it was time to find out! Her hand grasped the
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