“I just want to be as far away from you as possible, Chase.” She whimpered, trapped against the door by the wall and cage of his body. Heated flesh and muscle, a wall of and pure male danger. “Whatever this is between us… it scares me. You scare me…” Her voice was timid in the semi-dark of the room. He grabbed her small hand in his large one and pressed it into the open space of his recklessly unbuttoned shirt. She felt the searing heat of his laddered abs, dragging up till her hand rested right over his heart. He held her chin up with his other hand, saying in a hard tone. “Do you feel that? I burn for you. No part of the earth would be too far for me to find you, Mackenzie. You have every reason to be scared, because right now, I will take you, f**k you, enjoy you till all you can do…is whimper my name in abject surrender.” Those words were permanently branded in her mind, along with the pure black look of obsessiveness in his stormy blue eyes. For the first time, Chase Axford’s cold façade had slipped.