“Why are you here?” she asked weakly. “You know why.” “No, I don’t,” she replied. “I think you do,” he murmured. “I don’t.” “Melissa, we’re not going to pretend it didn’t happen.” Crow nuzzled her neck. “What didn’t happen?” Melissa moaned. “Need a reminder?” he whispered into her ear. Melissa’s knees buckled as her mind waged war with her senses. Every nerve ending in her body craved his touch, while her instincts screamed at her to run for her life. And there she stood wedged between the wall and Crow—between logic and lust. Caught in a spider’s web of need and confusion and heat. “I think we better stop,” she breathed out. “Baby, I’m not stopping. But I promise to go real slow.”