His words, and the sense in them, hit Julia on a soul-deep level. She wasn’t a quitter. She never had been. It was the only thing that had allowed her to walk tall through all the s**t with Buddy, the only thing that had enabled her to keep breathing when she’d been taken. Turned.
Brett slid his fingers into her hair. Cupped her head and offered his throat. Hot water hit her shoulder and cascaded down her side, and with his hard body in front of her, she was encased in a warm, safe cocoon.
The need inside uncurled and pulled at her. His heart was beating, the heavy pulse of the big vein in his throat an irresistible lure. Her focus zeroed in on it, and her mouth watered. The scent that had so entranced her when she’d first woken as…this…wrapped around her, and she couldn’t help the small
