"It wasn't just the dream, Ryder," I gasped, the final wall of my composure crumbling into dust. The truth dragged up from the darkest, most secret corner of my soul, raw and bleeding.
My hands dug into the thick leather of his jacket, my body trembling so violently against his that I couldn't tell where my pulse ended and his began. I forced myself to look directly into the dark, storm-swept depths of his eyes, refusing to hide behind the tears blurring my vision.
"When he pressed me against that railing... when his mouth was on mine..." My voice cracked, a broken sound caught in my throat. "I wanted it."
The air in the cabin turned instantly volatile, thin and charged with a lethal, suffocating tension. Ryder didn't flinch, but the muscle in his jaw pulsed with a brutal, iron violence
