And there those dreams were—sparked to life.
Lit by a touch. A glance. A whisper.
I was a fool, but there was no way to stop the way my blood pounded. The way my nerves sizzled every time he was near.
Blowing out a frustrated sigh, I turned from the window and paced the room, hugging my arms across my chest as if it could guard me from it. Block it the way I’d learned to do because if I kept up this way, I was going to get crushed, and this time I doubted I’d be able to make my way back to that dented form of comfort.
Comfort.
I almost wanted to laugh because I’d never been souncomfortablein my life.
I ached.
My body shaky and trembling.
Caught in a wash of old desires.
Alive, something vital I could physically take into my grasp.
I was just terrified of what reaching for it might mean.
Turning, I paced the opposite direction of the room. Through the dimness, my reflection again caught in the panes of glass that overlooked the frozen earth.
My skin was flushed. My eyes wild. My stomach in knots.
Logan had been gone for a couple hours, and the reaction he’d left me with hadn’t waned.
Want.
I wanted to be touched.
The truth of it rushed like slippery warmth down my spine and poured like flames into my belly. A hot, boiling river that throbbed between my thighs.
God, I was a fool.
A fool, but there was no stopping the visions that flashed. Every memory I’d suppressed rushed to the surface, rising so high I thought it would suck me under.
Where I’d drown in the dark, toiling waters of temptation.
He’d ruin me there.
I knew he would because there was no changing the finish-line. I might one day be rid of Jarek, but I would never be free of my name.
Blowing out a sigh, I forced myself to move to the massive bed where I crawled under the heavy, plush covers, and sank down into the over-the-top luxury that hugged me like a dream.
I pressed my eyes closed tight.
I prayed for sleep to consume me.
For the memories to fade.
No such luck.
Malachite eyes.
They flashed like strobes behind my lids.
Brighter than life.