As she knelt to touch a small white flower he felt desire shoot through his body.It was a reaction that he should have gotten used to by now because it happened every time he looked at her—no, it happened every time he thought of her. Since, in his thoughts, he was free to do what he wanted with her, the nights had become pure, unadulterated hell.He couldn't ever remember wanting a woman the way he wanted Amanda. He was becoming obsessed by her. The need to touch her at times pushed every other thought out of his mind. Other than the months he had spent in Greenleigh, most of his past had come back to him, but even the desperation he had once felt to recover those eleven years diminished beside his hunger for this small woman.Sometimes he wondered how she could spend every minute of every day with him and not feel the intensity of his desire. To him, it shouted; it screamed. But she acted as though he were some damn eunuch.Only that morning, as he had leaned over her to wake her, she had looked up at him with beautiful, sleep-glazed eyes and murmured, "Danny."Daniel had wanted to shake her until her teeth rattled.
