The lingering echo of Thomas's quiet promise hung heavy in the vast executive office, thick with an intoxicating, breathless intensity.
His large, warm palms were still cupping Jen's face, his thumbs gently wiping away the remaining moisture on her cheeks. His forehead rested lightly against hers, his deep, steady breathing fanning softly across her trembling lips.
Jen's heart hammered violently against her ribs, every nerve ending in her body singing from the overwhelming closeness of him. for five years, she had convinced herself that she hated him. But being trapped in his magnetic orbit, feeling his raw, possessive heat and hearing the gut-wrenching confession of his loneliness in Boston shattered every wall she had built.
" Thomas...." she whispered, her voice barely audible, floa
