His for Revenge by Caitlin Crews

Author:Caitlin Crews
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-11-06T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

IT WAS RELIEF because it couldn’t be anything else, Zara told herself staunchly as she marched inside her room and started peeling off her clothes. Certainly not longing. Or anything like disappointment.

You should be relieved that someone in this absurdity of a marriage managed to keep his wits about him, a caustic voice inside of her snapped. What were you thinking?

But that was the trouble. She’d never thought less in her life. Her brain didn’t appear to be involved at all when it came to Chase—and Zara hardly knew how to process that revelation. Thinking had always been her refuge. Her escape. Her single and best weapon.

She kicked her trousers off and surveyed the damage—none of it in her thoughts, which careened madly this way and that and offered nothing in the way of solace. She felt tremulous and still a scalding kind of tender between her legs. Her knees seemed wobbly, as if she might topple over at any moment and then crumple to the floor like the turtleneck sweater she swept over her head and then dropped at the foot of her bed. Her breasts ached, her nipples still pushed out taut and hard, and she had no idea why she couldn’t seem to control herself where Chase was concerned.

Or why some part of her didn’t want to control herself.

“Whatever made you think you could wade in and handle him?” she asked herself out loud as she made her way to the sprawling bathroom suite and turned on the water in the large, glassed-in shower. It fell from two separate fixtures like rain. “You can’t handle yourself.”

Zara knew that if she worried over it too much more, she’d explode. So instead, she stepped into the shower and let the heat pound into her. She stood under the spray with her head tipped back and gave herself up to the water. She could have stood there forever.

There were far worse places to hide, if only from herself. Eventually, the water would run cold. And maybe by then she’d have figured out how she could ever trust her own judgment again. Maybe she’d even wash herself clean of all that leftover sensation—

But then the glass door opened, the cooler air gusting in from outside the stall like ice against her heated skin.

She jerked out of the spray, startled if not precisely surprised, as Chase stepped into the glass enclosure. Big and male, formidable and still so beautiful, even while he made the huge shower stall seem puny around him.

His face was drawn. Harsh and intent. His gaze burned. He still wore those exercise trousers of his, but he didn’t seem to care when the hot water soaked them on contact.

Zara knew she should say something. Do something.

But instead she merely stood there, caught as surely as if he’d trapped her between his hands and held her fast. As no small part of her wished he would.

She took a deep, shuddering breath. It did nothing at all to calm her.

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