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The way she attacked me. The way she defied me.
The undeniable pull toward her that I couldn’t explain.
Get a grip.
But as I stood there, covered in white powder and grappling with reality.
I knew one thing.
Ignoring the growing attraction I felt for her would not make it go away.
And as much as I hated to admit it, a part of me, a big part, didn’t want it to.
CHAPTERNINETEEN
When I only heard silence from the bedroom, I inhaled deeply.
I’d been so scared, hovering in the corner of the bathroom. Bracing for someone to come inside, someone to find me.
How stupid was I? My eyes darted to the glass door leading outside.
Why didn’t I take the chance to escape?
I should get out right now.
I took one step before the door to the bathroom swung open, and I froze in mid-motion.
“Going somewhere?”
The words, spoken in his deep voice with a hint of an edge, whisked over me like a breeze, and I swung back.
The fire extinguisher powder clung to his skin, stark white against his olive complexion.
My heart thudded as he strode into the bathroom, all predatory grace and menace.
I moved back until my back hit the tiled wall, then sunk down, my knees shaking and my stomach queasy—surely from the adrenaline crash and not from the way his gaze, molten and intense, locked with mine.
“No?” He held my gaze and slowly stripped off his boxers. “That’s what I thought.”
I sucked in a breath. Kept my eyes on his face for as long as I could before the temptation got the better of me.
At the sight of him, all hard planes and rippling muscle, my mouth dried up like a desert under the midday sun.
A map of scars marred his chest, intertwined with the black ink of his tattoo there.
Heat flooded my cheeks when I lowered my gaze even more—six pack, sexy V, strong, muscular thighs, one covered in ink—angry black lines, as well, and his cock, thick and hardening under my gaze, nestled in dark curls.
Shit.
I averted my eyes, my pulse racing.
I’d never really seen a naked man before they’d kidnapped me.
The twenty-year-old virgin. But none of those apes had looked like him.
The unfamiliar ache between my legs both thrilled and terrified me.
This was not right. Feeling this was not right. His being naked in here was not right.
