The bedroom was dimly lit by the moonlight streaming through the sheer curtains. The ocean waves crashed softly outside, but inside, the air was scorching hot.
Thomas didn't wait. The deep, consuming jealousy burning in his veins- reignited by seeing his rival again- demanded absolute, primitive reassurance that she was his.
He backed her up against the heavy wooden bedpost, his large hands gripping her hips with bruising intensity. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers, his ragged breath fanning across her lips.
" Prove it to me, Jen," Thomas growled darkly, his gravelly voice dropping with raw, possessive demand. " Remind me that I am the only man who gets to touch you."
Jen looked up into his dark, blazing eyes, seeing the wild, desperate hunger lurking beneath his fier
