Chapter 35

　　“My hands aren't clean, Isabella. How can they be when I think about you every time I touch myself? Or when I want to murder the next man who touches you?”

　　“Then what’s the endgame here? What do you want?”

　　“I want you, damnit!”

　　“Then, prove it, Ethan!” She grips the lapels of his suit and yank him hard against her. “Prove it!” She kisses him with every ounce of frustration and heat in her body. But even as Ethan’s arms come around her, holding her flush against him, he pulls back with a questioning look on his face. “Isabella...”