(Kieran POV)
I drove my fist into the practice dummy with enough force to split the leather, straw stuffing exploding outward like the remnants of my self-control. The impact sent shockwaves up my arm, but the pain was nothing compared to the memory of Catherine's face this morning—the way her pupils had dilated when I'd leaned close, the scent of arousal that had mixed with her natural fragrance until I'd barely been able to think straight.
She'd wanted me to kiss her. Had leaned into my space like she was offering herself to a predator, completely unaware of how close I'd come to accepting that invitation in the most primitive way possible.
The dummy took another beating, my knuckles splitting against canvas that should have given way hours ago. But physical exhaustion was the only th
