Chapter 13

Her eyes were flashing and her chest heaved nonstop. He smiled at her, and her heart gave a painful lurch. Shit. She wanted him to have her. She wanted to be held in his hands and be made love to, but she’d be damned to admit that much—not after all he did with her the previous night. Showing her that he could resist her body when he wanted to, and she could not resist his.

She was ashamed of herself—of the influence he had over her body.

He reached for her again, and she stepped back, giving a good distance between them. She did not have to be in his arms if she was to think and act like a logical being, and she was definitely going to act like a logical being. She would put him in his place and tell him how she felt.

Tell him how she felt? Was that not equivalent to admitting her feelings for him?

She would be damned if she let him know any more than he already knew. He could use it against her. Play with her body when he wanted to and then leave her body t