Zande lifted her head from the warmth and temptation of Jacob's chest. Her enormous eyes were soft with sadness. "I know you do not understand, but I can do no other than return to my family right now. I refuse to continue being irresponsible, selfish, when my brother has given so much."
She expected Jacob to argue with her, and her hand, positioned over his heart, trembled.
Jacob's golden eyes drifted possessively over her upturned face. His burning hunger, so intense, so blatant, took her breath away, stole her resolve.
How could a man need her so much? How could he show that need to her without ego or fear that he would be totally vulnerable? How could she turn away from such an honest burning need?
"Jacob." She whispered his name, an aching desire, feeling torn between two strong men, two loyalties, one she didn't even understand.
