Chapter 29
Chapter 29
As I dug through my bag for my keys, Declan still hadn’t moved.
I glanced over. He had his back to me. His broad shoulders were tense. His fists clenched–knuckles white
–then released. Suddenly, he turned around. In the dim light, his eyes gleamed. A prickle of static–like awareness spread across my skin.
He took a step toward me. Then another.
“What are you p>
He suddenly grabbed me, pulled me toward him, buried his face in
the crook of my neck, and took a deep breath.
I didn’t scream or struggle like a rational person would. Instead, I
held him tight, tilted my head back, and gave him easier access to
my neck.
His nose and lips pressed against my throat. The sensation burned.
His heat seeped into my skin, making my blood boil. A warmth I
hadn’t felt in years spread through me. The ice under my skin
suddenly cracked and melted.
His breath was hot and damp. Goosebumps rose on my neck.
He grabbed a handful of my hair, brought it to his face, and took
another deep breath. A satisfied rumble rolled through his chest like thunder. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressed my body
against his, and couldn’t help but tremble.
God, how long had it been since someone touched me like this? How
long since I’d craved this kind of touch? Too long.
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But why him? There were so many Alaskan men who would’ve been
happy to be with me. Why this one–who seemed to hate me? Why
was I drawn to the person who’d called me nothing more than a
nuisance?
I snapped back to my senses. Let go of him. Pushed his shoulders.
He immediately released me and stumbled back like a drunk. We
stared at each other in the narrow hallway, both breathing hard.
“What the hell was that?” I demanded, my voice embarrassingly
shaky.
idn’t say anything. His eyes–which used to be almost
were now the color of brandy. The silence stretched taut
en us.
Declan moved first. Turned his back on me. “Get inside,” he said, his
voice hoarse.
Another order. My anger flared. Heat rushed through my whole
body. “Fuck you p>
Declan spun around. The gold in his eyes was too bright. Too wild.
“Is that an invitation?” he roared.
“Maybe it is!” I shouted back in anger.
He moved like lightning. Suddenly, I was pinned against the wall by his massive body. His hands slid from my hips to my ribs.
Everywhere he touched, heat exploded inside me. I couldn’t help but
arch toward him, wanting more.
Declan locked eyes with me. His eyes had turned a glowing gold.
I gasped. “Your eyes p>
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He let go of me. Shoved me away. Without a word, he left–pounding down the stairs and disappearing.
After he was gone, the cold crept back into my veins, making me
shiver. I touched my cheek. Still cold. But for those few seconds
when Declan had touched me, my whole body had been warm. I wanted to feel that heat again.
For the next few days, I didn’t see Declan. Not at breakfast or dinner.
Not passing by in the garage or hallway. I tried to ask about him.
“Fewer people at breakfast today, huh?” I said vaguely as Natalia poured my coffee.
She looked around the dining room. “Ah, yes.” A knowing smile
tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Declan’s not here p>
My ears burned. Thank God my hair covered them.
Natalia’s smile widened. “He flew to Anchorage to restock supplies.
Weather’s bad over there. Couldn’t fly back. I heard he’s supposed to
be back today p>
“Oh.” I shrugged. “Whatever p>
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