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head, flattening her pillow, and she turned, felt the sting of her hair pulling against her scalp. He had her pinned, his fingers in her hair, his body pressing closer, closer…
    Cat’s eyes flew open and saw the man—a very real man hovering above her in the darkness. She couldn’t make out his face, had no idea who it was and she parted her lips, her lungs seemingly frozen since no sound came out.
    But she recognized the scent of him, the feel of him…
    “Rafael?” Her voice squeaked, disbelief filling her and she struggled against him. “Wh—what are you doing?” she asked, her voice rising.
    “Sshh.” He rested his finger against her lips, silencing her. “I don’t want to wake anyone in the house.”
    Of course he didn’t. Talk about causing a scandal. “Why are you here?” she whispered fiercely.
    Could she admit that it gave her a thrill, having him somehow sneak into her room, sitting with her on her bed? Yes, she’d split with him. Yes, she didn’t want to marry him.
    But there was something extremely exciting about having a man in her bedroom in the dead of night. A man she’d imagined in her bed more than once.
    “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” His voice was soft, his touch softer as he drifted his fingers through her hair.
    “How did you get in?” Her bedroom was on the second story. Yes, she had her window open, but had he actually scaled the wall?
    “I have my ways.” Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness and she could make out the flash of white teeth when he smiled. Her heart tripped over itself at first sight of his wicked grin, her breath stalling in her throat, and she swallowed hard.
    His answer was proof enough that he’d done something so extremely reckless as scale the wall of her family’s home just so he could slip inside her room. Was he crazy?
    He had to be. He also needed to leave. If they were caught together in her room in the middle of the night, her mother would freak. Her sister would demand retribution. And her father would most likely force her to marry Rafe. She couldn’t have that.
    Cat frowned. Had he come here on purpose? To force her hand into marriage? God, she hoped not. She thought less of him enough already. She didn’t want to believe he would be so purposely cruel as to trick her and her family like this.
    “You should leave,” she said, her voice firm as she tried to sit up. But he pressed his hand against her shoulder, holding her firm and she had no choice but to lie there and wait for his next move.
    Damn him and his masculine strength.
    “I’m not going anywhere,” he murmured, his deep, sensual voice rippling along her nerve endings. He sounded dangerous, dark and mysterious. Leaning in, his face was in hers, his warm breath wafting across her lips, making her tremble. “Did you really think I would let you go so easily?”
    “Rafe…” Her voice trailed off, a gasp escaping her when he brushed her mouth with his. His lips were hot and damp, that brief touch setting her skin on fire, and she closed her eyes, furious at her traitorous body and how easily she reacted.
    How she wished she wouldn’t react at all.
    “You want freedom, an adventure. What if I promised you all of that and more?”
    Her eyes popped open as hope rose within her. She immediately squashed it down. He was trying to fool her. How could he promise her freedom with marriage? It made no sense. “You don’t mean it.”
    “Oh, but I do.” Rafe bent over her, pressing his cheek next to hers, his mouth right at her ear. “I would give you whatever you want, Catalina, if you would just come away with me.”
     
     
    His pretty little future bride actually snorted at his suggestion. It was adorable, though, that snort. He found every little thing Cat did adorable.
    He was smitten. Hadn’t realized how badly until he had her in front of him earlier, ready to fight, ready to walk away from him without a backward glance. Which she’d done, much to his