I averted my eyes, heat rising to my cheeks, and tried to push myself up. The pain jolted through me, sharp and I wobbled. My breath hitched as a large hand gripped the knot of my towel, yanking me upright. Before I could react, I was pulled against his firm chest knocking the wind out of me.
Instantly, the scent I had desperately tried to wash off flooded my senses—danger, power, and something unmistakably his. My stomach churned with a sickening vortex of fear and fury. It was like trying to outrun a shadow; no matter how fast I fled, he was always there.
His hand tightened on the towel and I was afraid if he could feel my heart pounding in my chest. The closer I was to him, the harder it became to breathe.
“There we go,” he murmured tilting his head at that infuriating angel that
