Clara's heart hammered against her ribs as she fought desperately against his grip.
"Let me go!"
"So you can run back to that man? Did you fight him off when he held you?"
Lance snarled, crushing her against him. Her frantic writhing released waves of intoxicating jasmine perfume that short-circuited his self-control. His abdomen tensed as he slammed her against the oak tree, pinning her while his lips devoured her neck.
The noon-hour garden lay nearly empty, their position behind the broad trunk hiding them from view. Any passerby would assume they were just another lust-filled couple stealing private moments.
Drunk on jealousy, Lance wanted to reclaim every lost moment. He ached to meld their bodies into one, to erase the time she'd belonged to others. His fingers dug into her waist
