She landed softly on top of his mattress, staring up into his eyes as he crawled toward her.
She watched him with wide, anxious eyes.
He paused.
In the hours she’d been gone, he’d felt miserable, an ache settling in his chest that he couldn’t get rid of. When he’d seen her standing there, looking down at him in that dress, instinct had taken over.
It wasn’t pretty, and he wasn’t exactly proud of it, but the first thing to cross his mind had been to make her forget his brother. Trent was a great guy, and while he loved his brother and would fight tooth and nail to defend him at any other time—Elizabeth was an entirely different matter. In this one instance, he would fight Trent with everything he had in order to have her.
But no matter the need he had boiling inside him to take her, to
