He fought the urge to drag her back to him—as if he had the strength to do anything but drag air into his lungs and regain his sight.Elspeth had taken him and left the shawl as if it meant nothing to her. As if making love with him meant nothing.He lay in the shadows, his arms behind his head, winded, filling his senses with their past lovemaking. Beyond his window, Elspeth’s screen door creaked, and the night settled around him.Alek rose to study Elspeth’s dark house; there was no light. She liked moving through shadows, becoming one of them. He reached for a bottle kept on his dresser and poured a quick neat whiskey. He hadn’t had a drink since December—when he’d first seen Elspeth in Talia’s wedding picture—and he badly needed one now. The glass was halfway to his lips when Alek realized that Elspeth had not climaxed in his arms.Nor had she on that night in ScotlandShe’d accepted his passion, soothed him later, but she had not fully entered the fire….Alek sat abruptly, locked his fist to the sheets bearing Elspeth’s scent and shook his head to clear it.He began tracing their passion.
