Chapter Fourteen
Stasia was a woman possessed.
She clung to Owen as he carried her to her room and made a sound of surprise when he slammed the door with a less than gentle kick. This wasn't her. She didn't do things like this. But when it came to Owen, there was a wild thing inside of her that demanded to be let out.
She wanted to play.
She wanted him.
And she was sick of denying herself.
Her life was going crazy. She didn't know who was after her or what the next week would bring. She couldn't count on anything, but she was going to count on this. Even if all the heat boiling between them fizzled out in the morning, she'd have tonight. She'd know what it felt like for Owen to be hers.
He let her drop down to the bed and loomed over her. Stasia stared up at him, wondering how she'd
