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I float in and out of consciousness for a little while longer before my body finally relaxes enough to fall into a deeper sleep.

Annie

I might be upset with Rowan and a million other things, but during the cold night, he becomes my personal heating pad.

Sleep is a fitful process for me. Common sense keeps screaming at me to do whatever I can to get away from Rowan. This man is a monster with no regard for life.

But my heart . . . it has a seedling of hope I can’t squash.

Rowan betrayed the Russians to save a little girl. I can’t stop thinking about that. It has to mean some part of him is good. Maybe it’s not too late, and he can still be saved.

Then there’s the intense attraction that won’t quit growing. Watching Rowan shower and the kiss afterward didn’t help at all.

It doesn’t matter how hot he is or how I feel about him. He’s a killer. There is no way I can be with someone like him.

What would it say about me?

Suddenly, I’m flipped onto my back, and as I let out a startled gasp, Rowan’s lips brush along my jaw while his body crashes over mine like a tidal wave.

“Oh Jesus,” I squeak as I take hold of his shoulders.

When his teeth scrape over my chin and his hand grips my jacket, I blink like a stunned idiot. Then he moves again, and my legs are kicked apart so fast that by the time it registers, his hips roll and my eyes go wide as saucers.

I feel every hard inch of Rowan as he rubs his erection against me.

Aaahhhh . . .

He keeps kissing and biting my skin along my jaw and neck, and as he thrusts again, pushing his huge cock hard over my clit, my eyes roll back into my head from how good it feels.

Rowan fumbles with my jacket, and pushing his hand beneath all my layers of clothing, his touch is rough and desperate, setting my skin on fire.

He pulls the left cup of my bra down, and his palm covers my breast, while his hips roll and his manhood keeps rubbing harder and harder against the sensitive spot between my legs.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, it registers that I should stop this right now and push him away.

“Rowan,” I gasp, my voice hoarse from the pleasure he’s making me feel.

Suddenly, his movements slow down, and when I frown, he pushes his face into the crook of my neck and lies still.

What is going on right now?

“Rowan?”

His breaths even out, and his body relaxes on top of mine.

Is he sleeping?

Holy shit.

He’s still gripping my left breast, and his cock rests heavy between my thighs.

My body is alive with desire, my clit tingling and desperate for any kind of friction.

What do I do?

“Rowan,” I whisper, the need for him to move growing a hell of a lot more intense by the second.

He stirs again. “Hmm?” Lifting his head, he opens his eyes, and it only takes a couple of seconds for him to catch up to what’s going on right now. His voice is deep and rough. “Fuck.”