Having her back against the tree gave him more leverage to take her, pour his frustration and his need into making her feel good … as if sex could somehow make her trust him. “Zane, yes,” she whispered, the sound lost amid the high-pitched jabbering of the wild dogs that roamed in packs, the low snorting of the hyenas, the wild chatter of the monkeys above them, all of them signaling that the jungle was teeming with life and fraught with dangers he wished neither of them could comprehend.Despite the danger—or because of it—she was slowly relinquishing her secrets to him, but this wasn’t only about her. No, he’d started to spill his own secrets—and he already regretted it, was pissed that she’d forced it out of him so quickly and efficiently.Why couldn’t he keep it together around her?A brutal hunger lunged through him, made his blood boil. Fuck, he burned for her, no matter how hard she tried to shove him away.She didn’t want him to go—he knew that—but she made him fight for every inch of ground he gained.He wished he didn’t understand that technique as well as he did.
