e was suffoc

with exhaustion. She reached up, her fingers trembling slightly as she un

m door cli

o buttons of his shirt were undone. The faint, masculine scen

d, his heavy footsteps crossed the thick c

nded, resting heavily

, Francesca could feel the scorching heat r

the shell of her ear. His lips grazed her skin, a feath

d lean back into his chest and accept whatev

toni

le eyes looking at Catalina

ir scraping harshly against the f

s hung in th

rk eyes narrow. A flash of genuine shock crossed his feature

usted his right cuff, a tellta

voice dropping into that low, authoritati

rned around, forcing herse

said, her voice flat and

etween them. He reached out and grabbed her wrist

ulling her toward his chest. His tone lef

et. She yanked her arm b

friction leaving a bright

ing the vanity stool between them. "

re in the bed

chest rising and falling rapidly. Beneath the anger, there was a frantic, chaotic energ

a harsh, mo

damn lab that you've forgotten your

like a physical

arriage. She had sacrificed her prime research years to play t

"If you just need a machine to fu

re. The pain pushed

yes off tonight. The one you treat like fra

r drained from his face, leaving him looki

ged fo

hips hit the hard edge of the vanity

g her between his arms. His face was inches from

a rage so intense it felt like a physical weight pressing down on her

e was so desperate to defend her. He was

Francesca, leaving only

away, refusing to

asn't angry. It was completely, terri

ofile. His chest heaved as h

ff the tabl

ool with his leather dress shoe. The heavy sto

ed out of t

ut with a deafening crack tha

f the room, her hands gripping the edge of