Phoebe Faulkner had always thought Jace Lennox was a man of great self-control, but that idea was shattered tonight. He wasn't just unrestrained—he was a terrifying man who, once he got going, didn't even care about his own injuries.
They went at it two more times. Phoebe Faulkner, sent soaring again and again, couldn't help but wrap her arms around Jace Lennox's back. That was when she felt the blood.
"Your back is bleeding!" Realizing this, Phoebe Faulkner quickly tried to stop him. "Stop it! Don't keep going!"
Any and all desire vanished in an instant, washed away by the blood on Jace Lennox's back.
Jace Lennox reached back to touch his wound. Seeing Phoebe Faulkner's worried expression, he actually laughed and reached out to pinch her cheek. "Can I take this to mean you're worried about me?"
The man who was always so cold and aloof was suddenly being playful, leaving Phoebe Faulkner momentarily stunned.
