Chapter Eight
“Ellie, turn around right now.”
The command in Zach’s voice moved her to turn. He was sitting up now, the bedclothes swathed around his waist. His dark hair was mussed in the most sexy way and Ellie fought the overwhelming urge to relent and fall into his arms. Only his expression made her heart lurch, his handsome features had darkened with pain and concern. He raked a large hand through his hair while he watched her.
“God, Ellie, do you regret last night?” He sounded hurt, like a child whose best friend is moving away. “Are you sorry you made love with me?”
The words sliced through her, pried into her heart. God! She was hurting him. She shook her head. “No, Zach. I don’t regret it. It was … incredible.”
“Then what?”
Ellie looked down, staring at the rumpled sheets an
