It felt like déjà vu. Jessica shifted from one foot to the other, debating whether to knock on the door again. But this time her circumstances were different. Then, there had been a fiancé she had left in the middle of the night.

One part of her wavered but the other wanted to knock. She bit her lip nervously, trying to build up the courage to do what she felt was right even if all logic and reasoning were stacked against it. 

She took a tentative step forward and knocked loudly. She linked her hands behind her back and felt the anxiety knot her stomach as she made herself wait for the door to open, debating whether it had been the right choice.

Light flooded from the window beside the door, then she heard some movement from within the house. He was home. The door swung open, and she was staring into familiar green eyes that made her breath halt, trapped in her lungs. She swallowed hard.

Myles Shaw. He looked like he had just woken up, his hair a mess. The sight of him touched her heart and this time she allowed herself to feel it freely without reservation or fear. In the light of day, she fought the feelings she had for him. They were at odds with her plan to gain independence and her fear of getting her heart broken.

She usually kept such tight control over her feelings for him, but she was tired of fighting against them. That's why she was there, to give in to the want of him.

"Myles." She felt breathless, unsure if she should be there but unable to leave. She wanted to reach out and touch him, feel the silkiness of his hair glide through her fingers. To feel the familiar pressure of his mouth on hers. The thought sent her heart racing with anticipation.

The memory of being on his doorstep in the middle of the night after she had left Charlie replayed in her mind. This time there wouldn't be a girl in his bed. There was only her and, despite the confusion about what was going on between them, she knew that for sure.

He didn't say a word as he stepped back and waited for her to make her choice. Would she enter? It took only seconds for her to decide to step inside his house. He slowly closed the door and leaned against it to study her in a long-measured look. His eyes moved slowly from head to toe before they meshed with hers, making her heart beat faster.

His chest was bare, and the jeans he wore he hadn't bothered to button up. He had never looked sexier. She swallowed nervously, knowing where this choice was going to lead.

"What do you want, Jess?" he asked her softly, his eyes already undressing her. His voice was velvet, and sexy.

This was the first time he had asked her that question. Before, he wouldn't say a word, he would just take her to bed and make her forget everything other than what she felt for him.

"I'm not sure," she murmured, her attention moving to the hallway where his bedroom was. Saying it out loud would make her analyze her reasons for being there, and she didn't want to.

He frowned before he pushed off the door to come closer to her. "Tell me what you want."

He knew what she wanted, so why was he making her say it?

"Maybe I should leave," she murmured, wavering for a moment. Intent on stepping past him to do just that, he blocked her path, cutting her off from the only exit. She knew she was still unable to tell him what he wanted to hear but she couldn't seem to stay away from him.

"Jess," he whispered softly.

The moment he had opened the door there had been no turning back.

His eyes held her with a promise of the night ahead, the heat of his skin against hers. A whimper, a groan and a silent cry of ecstasy. She swallowed. She found herself gravitating closer, still wrestling with what she wanted and needed to do even though she knew she would give in, she always did. Resisting him was impossible.

"You know why you came here, Jess," he said softly, his mouth a whisper of a breath from hers. Her eyes fixed on his lips and all she wanted to do was kiss him and never stop. "I'll give you what you want if you tell me."

She swallowed, captivated by the closeness of him. He could give her the physical closeness she wanted but he couldn't give her the love she craved.

"I want you," she whispered, finally admitting why she was there.

Her eyes shot to his before his mouth descended on her, taking her a little by surprise. The pressure of his mouth against hers took her back to a time when all that had mattered was his body against her, taking her to the height of ecstasy.

The last of her resistance crumbled and she moved to cradle his face to kiss him back. Their tongues tangled and she groaned. He was the only one who made her feel this reckless abandonment, giving no second thought to anything or anyone else.

His hands explored her back, to the narrowness of her waist, and then to the curve of her hips before closing the space between them. When he was this close, she gave in to her senses and let go. She couldn't think of a single reason not to be there and every reason to be there beat in her heart for him.

"Myles..." she whispered when his mouth moved to the edge of her jaw to nip softly, before trailing lower to kiss the sensitive part just below her ear.

"No talking now, Jess. Not a word," he commanded softly, and she clamped her mouth shut. She would do whatever he asked.

He gripped the nape of her neck to pull her mouth back to his and he kissed her so deeply, leaving her breathless and a little dizzy. Then he pulled her by the hand down the passage to his room. Once inside, he closed the door, and she tried to catch her breath as he approached her.

It reminded her of a lion cornering their prey. She was being hunted and she wanted nothing more than to get caught by him. Her pulse raced with excitement.

"Strip, Jess," he commanded softly when he stopped a few feet from her, and he crossed his arms.

It was his confidence in his actions that made him so irresistible. But it wasn't just the pull of the attraction to him that led her to this, it was the hold he still had on her heart.

Her tongue wet her lips as she stepped out of her shoes. Her eyes were captured by his when she slowly unbuttoned her shirt and shrugged out of it. It dropped to the floor and then she undid her skirt and slid it down slowly over her hips. She was very aware of his dark gaze following every erotic movement.

She watched as he swallowed, his throat bobbing nervously. His outward confidence was betrayed by the small telltale sign.

Knowing she had the power, she stilled, and her hands fell to her sides.

"All of it," he whispered as his gaze lifted to hers.

She didn't move.

"Take it all off," he instructed softly, his eyes already undressing her.

She could feel the heat of his gaze on the surface of her skin, and she swallowed as she moved her hands to unclasp her bra. She slowly pushed off one bra strap before the other and it fell away. His eyes were heated as his gaze moved over the swell of her breasts, her nipples tightening in response.

She wanted him so much and he hadn't even touched her yet.

His eyes went to the only remaining item of clothing, her panties. Making every second count, her hands pushed the sides down and she watched his expression as the silky material slid down her thighs and then down to her ankles.

She stepped out of them and stood before him, vulnerable and naked, waiting for his next move. His eyes finally lifted to her after doing an erotic sweep of her body. The intent in them made her heart flutter with excitement and she felt breathless.

When he didn't give her further instructions, she took the slow steps to close the distance between them. It was difficult to breathe when he reached out and touched his hand to her waist. Anticipation built up in her when he did the same with his other hand. It was all happening so slowly, it was driving her mad.

He lifted a hand to brush her bottom lip with his thumb. It reminded her of their first kiss that had led to their first night together. It had been a night of shared pain and passion.

But this time there weren't any secrets. This time he knew the truth that she had been hiding about his brother Dylan.