“I don’t understand.”
He is everywhere. His broad shoulders block out the light as he crowds me against the wall. His chest hovers half an inch away, but his heat licks through my thin leotard.
“You—you didn’t want me to touch you—”
“I’d die for you to touch me.” The words burst out of him in a snarl, but I’m not afraid. Caged in here, my shoulder blades flush against the cool wall, with his warmth and the faint thump of his heartbeat…
My pulse calms.
“Really?”
Alain’s dark eyes narrow, boring into mine. For the first time, I let myself see the full force of his obsession. There’s a glint to his eyes, a hard set to his jaw which says this is bigger than either of us.
It’s primal.
Essential.
And suddenly I don’t need his words. His reassurances. Everything I wanted to hear is right
