Reborn Embrace: Taming the Possessive Tycoon

Lindsey's throat, but it died as a

shrinking to pinpricks ag

ossibly smooth. Not the coarse, burning fabric of the curtains

skin. Her gaze darted around, slowly making sense of the shapes in the darkness. A crystal chandelier hung from the cei

bedroom in Chandle

cedarwood scent washed over her, a smell so familiar i

with its usual brand of cutting amusement, sliced through

im, propped up on one elbow, his bare chest defined by shadows, sent a violent tremor through her. He was alive. He was here. The terror

on the nightstand at his head like she had two weeks a

traced a path down her temple. Then another. The

y a guarded suspicion. This was new. This quiet, broken reaction was not

eyes, a detail she'd been blind to in her past life.

pull away furt

owing her arms around his waist and burying her face against his

could feel the shock radiate through his muscles. His ha

art against her ear. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. It was the most beautiful sou

inst his warm skin. "Don't go," she whispered, her

y came down. But they didn't wrap around her. They cla

inst the pillows, his eyes dark and unreadable, searching her face for the angle, the tric

ine of his jaw, the muscle ticking in his cheek.

hreatened to break free. She tried to smile, a wea

es never leaving his face, as if he were the only anchor in a w

nds. He was looking for the lie, the performance.

sharp and decisive. His bare feet made no sound on the

it always started. He would leave, without a word,

g. Even if it only bought her a

ft plea, a sound so foreign in

-in closet, but he didn't turn around. He gave he

lm. She used a tone she had never used with him before in her entire miserable li

f. A humorless smirk touched his lips. "What makes you thi

. She had no leverage. Not yet. All she had was this body, this moment, and the knowledge

er, a vibration buzzed agains

ivate

that sent a shard of ice straight throu