And she came again, a scream tearing from her throat that she couldn’t stop. The release shuddered through her with such intensity that tears streaked down her cheeks and her body shook in reaction.
Hopefully everyone had left because if they hadn’t, someone would probably have called the police to report an attack. She’d sounded like she was being murdered.
Then Ronan tensed and shouted out her name as he came, leaning his head, hair slick with perspiration, against her back. He uttered a ragged sigh. “You are so damn incredible...”
She wasn’t, but what happened between them was. It had started with just an attraction, one that they hadn’t been able to overcome despite their anger and mistrust. And every time they came together it was more powerful than the last. The attraction wasn’t dying off; it was only getting more and more intense.
Ronan must have realized it, too, because when he lifted his head from her back, she caught a glimpse of his eyes in the mirror. And she saw the fear in them.
But she didn’t know if that fear was his or hers. Because she felt it, too. She was afraid that she was falling for a man who would never let himself love anyone.
She was glad he’d found her here instead of her apartment because now she was the one who wanted to run. But she wasn’t sure where she could go to escape these feelings for him—feelings that were overwhelming her.