His mind asked the question even as his body fought to ignore all but her tight sheath. Was she really asking about Maddie now? God, she was. He could see it in her eyes as easily as he could see the desire that burned there. Anger built within him, even now, that she could trust him so little, manipulate him so well. “Damn it, I never slept with Maddie—that was Michael. I’ve barely been alone with her.” The words left his mouth before he could consider. They were truth, but he would have told her anything at that moment—and he resented her for it. He stopped moving, punishing her, punishing them both. He saw a variety of tensions build upon her face. Then he laughed, letting it rumble free from his chest in one deep gasp. There really was no other woman like her. “God Almighty, Anna, only you would do that now. Talk about ruining a moment. What on earth were you thinking?” “I don’t know that I was thinking, only that I had to know.”
