Early the next morning, Knox leaned against Scarlett’s open bedroom door, watching her sleep. He wanted to crawl into bed with her, let her body curl around him and maybe then he’d be able to quiet the animal. His mind was running a million miles an hour. Already the thirst to run outside and let the wind hit his face, let the animal loose and hunt, were driving him insane.
He couldn’t stop the building need to have her. A driving lust that demanded she be his. He burned for her. There was a growing possessiveness that she be his mate and then all would be right in the world. The feelings didn’t worry him. He’d wanted Scarlett since the moment he saw her. Now if only they’d hurry up and let him have her. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer.
There was something else. Something
