Page 19 (1/2)

“What are you doing?” she demanded

He settled hi heat of his body crowding against her He pressed his fingers against her lips to hush her, and his striking green eyesa little extra time to find out if I ers drift fro her jaw, and down the column of her throat “Do you believe the story I told you last night, about the possibility of so my identity?”

“You’re going to interrogate me?” she asked incredulously

“For starters,” he drawled, and let her overactive iination come to its own conclusions as to ould coht “Do you believe it’s possible that someone assumed my identity?”

She couldn’t lie, not when she’d seen so much evidence to back up his claim “Yes, I do”

Stark relief eased across his chiseled features “Do you trust me?”

She rolled her eyes and pulled on her bound arnore that her T-shirt had ridden up a few inches and exposed too uess I’ to have to”

“Uh-uh Not a good enough answer” He shook his head and twirled a section of her hair around his long finger and gave it a playful tug “I don’t want there to be any doubts in your ht, concerned frown for to hurt you in any way?”

She didn’t fear him, but rather her own sexual response to him Never had she been so attuned to aato crave him

“No,” she whispered, wondering what that admission would eventually cost her, even if it was the truth Nothing she didn’t already want to give him, she was certain

“Good Because you’re perfectly safe with me, in every way,” he promised

She believed him More than was prudent More than ise In ways she’d never trusted another htforward and honest in his actions He didn’t coddle and treat her like a helpless female in need of a man’s protection And despite his doa, she felt safe with him And ultimately, she was confident that if she called a halt to his intentions this very second, he’d back off and release her

It was her oillingness that made her his captive, and her own enthusiaser to experience the kind of pleasure she’d denied herself for so long Too long

“So,” hesweeps of her hair against her skin, causing gooseflesh to rise and her breasts to tingle “If you’re not afraid of me, you must trust me more than you realize or want to admit out loud”

Thethat trust would break down any last barriers between the scenarios She wasn’t ready to give him that power over her Yet “You’re very analytical”