"Who said that?!" Anna snapped, jerking back as if burned—but the moment the realization struck her, her eyes widened. Heat flooded her cheeks so fast she almost felt dizzy.
Mortified, she tried to retreat, but Daniel didn't let her get far. His arm slid around her waist in one swift, possessive motion, pulling her firmly against him.
"So you do want me to make love to you," he murmured, his voice low and sinfully sure of itself. Lust flickered in his eyes, dark and consuming, as he tugged her closer.
Anna blinked rapidly, lips parting and closing like a stranded fish—completely off-balance. She had fully expected him to continue what they started in the kitchen, to pick up the heat he'd deliberately ignited between them. But instead, he had stopped… and then said that.
How dare he claim I'm not ready after he did everything possible to make me lose my mind?
Her thoughts were a frantic whirl, her breath unsteady.
