And he wasn’t just afraid she’d be blinded by the heat of the moment and forget how much she despised men like him. What really frightened him was realizing that he didn’t want to walk away. He didn’t just want her now, he wanted her stubbornness to be there tomorrow, and he wanted to see the steely glint of determination in her eyes a week from now. He wanted to see her writhing in pleasure beneath him a month from now…two months…six months. And he wanted her warm smile there to greet him when he came home from the next mission, and the one after that. He wanted Sarah Woodward. So he needed to send her running for the hills.
He was supposed to be there to protect her, and what she needed protection from the most was him. Otherwise, in a year from now…two years…whenever she realized that
