From the Inside Flap
Owen's eyes narrowed. "No point to what?" He was trying to listen to what she was saying,but it was rather distracting having her more or less sitting in his lap. It had been manageable when she'd been unconscious, but now that she was awake and squirming...
He knew he could have stood up and set her down on her own two feet, but he wasn't ready to let her go. Not because he enjoyed holding her. No. Of course not.What was the saying? Hold thy friends close and thy enemies closer. Yes. That was it.
His grip tightened, settling Scarlett more snugly into the crook of his arm. There was a smear of dirt above her right brow and another beneath her chin. Her hair was snarled and a button was missing from her jacket. She was a mess, in every sense of the word. And he wanted to kiss her so badly he ached.
"No point to us." Without any warning her gray eyes flooded with tears.
"Stop that," Owen demanded gruffly. He knew it was most likely an act, but seeing her misery so blatantly displayed made him feel as though he'd been punched in the gut.
"Stop what? Showing emotion?" Her laugh was bitter, and just a bit sad. "Not all of us hide behind stone walls, Captain Steel. Some of us actually feel things."
His jaw clenched. Is that what she truly thought? That he was cowering behind a wall made out of stone? If only she knew how much he felt.
Anger. Pain. Resentment.
Yearning. Desire. Lust.
From the second he'd seen her again he had been fighting a war inside of himself. A war he did not know if he wanted to win... or lose.
"I feel more things than you could possibly imagine."
"Oh really?" Her eyes sparked with challenge even as tears continued to roll down her cheeks. Each one that fell cut Owen anew, slicing through his armor as though they were made of daggers instead of salt and water.
"What do you feel," she asked, "besides loathing?"
"This." Lowering his head, he pressed his mouth to hers.....