the floor-to-ceiling windows, st

dache pounded against her skull. Her mouth tasted like dry cott

. The silk blanket slipped off her shoulders, and the

ta f

her throat as her eyes locked onto the dark, angry purple bruis

r stomach. A violent wave

ind. The smell of cedar. The scorching heat of s

ed the edges of the blanket and yanked it up to her chin, wrappin

t painting on the wall that belonged in a muse

ic

oor unlocking echoed like a

hard against the tufted headboard. She stare

into the bedroom as the door

tracing the deep grooves of his eight-pack abs before disappearing into the terrycloth. He was drying his wet bl

queezed shut. She couldn't look away fro

lowered the towel, and his eyes-cold, dark, an

zing. Krista's fingers dug so hard into the s

wa

mble that vibrated right through

oat. "Last... last night was an accident." Her voic

the floor, desperately sear

es. He tossed the towel onto a velvet a

ating scent of cedar and body wash wr

towering over her. He looked down at her

dent?" h

her knees, carefully avoiding the thick blanket she had wrapped around herself like a shield.

ngs. She pressed herself flat against the h

ed against the sensitive skin of her neck

ropping an octave, heavy with dark authority. "And

d rushed out of her head. She cou

hed a non-existent piece of lint off his

ice as he deliver

ake responsibi

n short-circuited entirely, lea