Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 20

Clara blinked open her dreamy eyes, trying to focus on him, but everything was still a blur. She forced herself to reach out, grasping the hand he had resting on the wheelchair.

He didn’t pull away, but he kept a respectful distance. Clara placed his hand on her cheek, her breath warm as she whispered, “Water... I need water...” The heat was unbearable.

Dylan suddenly gripped her chin, making her look at him. “Do you even know who I am?” he asked.

Clara had no idea; all she could think about was how desperately thirsty she was. Even his hand on her chin seemed oddly appealing. She kissed his fingers, moving up to his palm. Dylan's hand jerked slightly, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he wheeled away. Without the wheelchair's support, she collapsed onto the carpet.

The room was cool, and she watched as he headed to the bathroom. Soon she could hear water running. Clara curled up on the carpet, feeling like a thousand ants were crawling over her, itching her to the bone.

Dylan ignored her, rolling a bit away to grab a book from the shelf. Clara panted, sweat slicking her skin. Twenty minutes later, she was drenched in sweat, her hair sticking to her skin.

Dylan wheeled over, scooped her up, and carried her into the bathroom, gently putting her into a tub filled with cold water. The sudden clash of hot and cold made her shiver violently. For a moment, her head cleared, and she sat there, lips pressed together, soaking in the tub. Dylan’s expensive suit was now damp with water spots. He sat in his wheelchair, looking down at her like some aloof deity. “Feeling clear-headed now?”

Clara shivered again, and was about to say she was fine, but then the heat surged back, more intense than before. She leaned back, almost slipping under the water.

Dylan quickly pulled her up, soaking his clothes even more. Clara kneeled in the tub, cupping his face, urgently kissing him. How could he be so cold, even when kissing? Her tongue pried his lips apart, seeking more. The next thing she knew, she was pushed under the water.

Dylan turned away, his fingers curling slightly on the wheelchair's armrests. The tension was evident. “Come out when you’re fully clear-headed.”