Sharon stared at the cold, imposing figure before her—a far cry from the passionate man who'd consumed her completely just hours before. She'd been certain he shared her feelings, that the intensity between them meant something real. The memory of his touch, the way he'd driven her to the edge of ecstasy, burned through her now with nothing but mortification. Her teeth pressed into her lip hard enough to draw blood, and she cursed him silently. How could the same hands that had ignited such desperate need now treat her like a stranger?