Ethan balled his hands into fists. Behind him, he could hear her footsteps as she walked away.
A huge part of him wanted to yank her back and finish what they'd started- his need surged within him, the need to make love to Erin again and again till he could make himself forget the blistering anger her little deception had caused.
The door closed with a soft click. Erin was gone. Ethan set his jaw; he would not go after her.
Her cousin. The words cut through the haze of desire, turning him cold as he recalled the scene in the hallway of her apartment. She'd stood there, silent and watching while he made a complete and utter fool of himself...fighting over a manipulative little b***h.
Was this her way of getting back at him?
Dammit! How could one woman make him lose control every single
