Chapter 34

He stopped in front of her, his gaze holding hers. “It wasn’t you, Anna,”

“Then…what?” She searched his face, looking for clues.

“I had plans when it came to you. And those plans did not include tearing your clothes from you and taking you like a damn animal.” He lifted a hand and thrust it through his hair in an unfamiliar, agitated movement. “That was not how your first time was supposed to go.” He cursed again, his gaze narrowing. Then he stepped forward, reaching out to her and drawing her close, searching her face. “Are you alright? Did I hurt you?”

He was so warm, his hands gentle on her hips. But she remembered his intensity, remembered the hunger of his kiss, the raw demand of it. The way he’d thrust inside her without hesitation, possessive and rough. It shook her with longing right down to her soul.

“No,” she said thickly. “No, you didn’t hurt me.”

He lifted both hands and cupped her face, frowning at her as if he couldn’t quite believe her. “