Jared slammed the door shut behind him, leaning against the cool wall in the narrow hallway. His breath came in ragged bursts, his pulse racing, and he cast a quick glance in the mirror across from him, checking to see if she had followed him. Relief flooded through him when he realized she hadn't.
"What the hell was I about to do?" he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He clenched his fists, trying to shake off the heat that still coursed through his veins. The thought of her, her body pressed against his, had nearly made him lose control. His eyes flicked down to his hands, still tingling with the memory of her warmth.
He wanted her, needed her in a way he hadn't felt in what seemed like an eternity. But what had come over him?
