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of her. I could see myself fastening her to that wall with my hands on her neck and my leg between hers. I could feel it . I flexed my fists. Don’t.
    I pressed my forehead to hers. What better route into her mind than through her eyes – through the trembling of her eyelashes and the shifting shades of blue in those irises.
    “I was thinking of letting you go home untouched. Then...this.”
    I trailed my gaze down to her cleavage and beyond. Every curve led to another and downward, her breasts, her hips, that cute belly button I wanted to stick my tongue in, the slight mound of her stomach. She was a sexual puzzle with the best ever prize when you solved her.
    Eyes wide, mouth open, she didn’t even bother to try to stop me. Her hands were splayed against the wall either side of her as if she needed that to stop her falling.
    Her clothes had landed in a pile at her feet.
    She hadn’t run.
    Maybe I could do this without breaking her.
    Maybe? What was I letting myself become? She wasn’t some disposable sex creature.
    I put my mouth to the side of her face and my lips moved on her ear as I spoke. “You’re fucking with my head. I do all kinds of shit to you, and you don’t run? You don’t scream or panic or look for the door? From now on, if you stay, I’m going to do what I like to you. Fuck etiquette. Hear me?”

Chapter 4
    Wren
     
    The pound of my heart and the rumble of his up-close words took me from a world where it was right to be alone and lonely, to his world, where I could be anything he wanted me to be. It was fearsome and wrong and ever so right...for me.
    I couldn’t answer. Not yet. Not in words. I had this ferocious man before me and my head was in a thousand pieces.
    He was right.
    I could’ve, should’ve run. I hated controlling men. Jesus. He fingered my throat.
    “I gather, you’re staying.”
    “Uhhh.” I squeezed shut my eyes, opened them. He was still there.
    I was fucking with his head?
    “You can’t...” I croaked. “Wait.”
    “Wait?” His brows rose and I saw something amazing, something I don’t think I’d seen all night – a real smile. I didn’t care that it had a freaky aura of triumph about it. It was a smile that also had humanity.
    The man could be nice. He’d looked almost as shaken as I felt, before he cornered me.
    The wall at my back had no give, alas, because I wanted to sink into it as much as I wanted to push myself at him. God, god, god. Like a weird, black-hole, gravitational mass he was sucking me toward him. I couldn’t resist, could I?
    Yes.
    Considering my hate of controlling men, why him? He was right. After what he’d done to me on the bed, I should’ve left.
    I liked it. Not just liked. It absorbed me, what he was doing.
    Shut eyes again and pray, but I couldn’t keep doing that.
    I stared back at him.
    My color. He had pale blue, almost gray eyes, like mine.
    Don’t. Do. This.
    “You can’t –” My voice collapsed and I had to start again. “You can’t expect me to agree to that.”
    “Then go.” I could see his nostrils widen as he said that, his gaze hard. Like this was a death sentence.
    The two of us were caught in some unearthly spiral.
    My eyelids moistened, heralding tears. Say it before you chicken out. “I don’t want to go.”
    “Oh?”
    Surprise. Fucking surprise showed in his tone. Hallelujah. I needed to see some weakness. No matter how much I was dying to succumb to this, I couldn’t, not if he was purely asshole. I didn’t understand why any of this was doing what it did to me, except that I’d never encountered a man like this.
    Forceful. Sexual dynamite.
    Obsessed with me. Fuck, that was hot. Even if just for one night.
    But he was also...confused.
    I wasn’t stupid. I wasn’t.
    He’s dangerous.
    Tentatively, I put my hand out and felt his jaw, the bristles rough on my skin.
    I’d never go down a set of rapids without some idea of what I was doing, of the hazards at play.
    “Can I trust you?”
    For a