Chapter 2

Abigail could see the struggle all over his face, but desire won. He tugged his black shirt over his head and strode purposefully toward her. His arms wrapped around her neck and he pulled her lips to his in a crushing kiss.

This cannot be happening.

EJ had had no intentions of ever allow this to happen again, but the sight of Abigail pleasuring herself had been his undoing. Her lips, petal soft, molded to his. Her hands skimmed his shoulders and wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening their kiss.

They were greedy for each other. Thought flew out the window. Need took over. This was not the shy, unsure girl he had bedded months ago. This was a woman who knew what she wanted.

She wanted the Bad Man.

The Bad Man wanted her more.

This was not going to be a soft, gentle lovemaking. This was raw and hungry. The was dark and elemental.

Samantha Brady did not exist in this place. Chad Dimera did not exist in this place. Their passion went beyond their pasts and futures. It simply was.

He fed on her moans, her cries as he devoured her body. She thrilled in his touch, his kisses. Nothing they had experienced before had prepared either of them for this moment.

"EJ, now," she demanded, her voice shaking with need. "I need you inside me."

He pulled away from her long enough to remove his pants and give her a long, dark stare. She couldn't meet the ferocity in his gaze. She closed her eyes and moaned in anticipation.

"Look at me, Abigail." His voice was curt, rough. His eyes bore into hers. Unfathomable. Dark. Bottomless. She realized he had no more control over this madess between them than she.

"This changes nothing between us, Abigail," he said. "Tell me you know that."

She glared at him. She was not going to be treated like a foolish, lovesick girl by this man. She was not that naive. He did not belong to her. He may want her and she could tell that he craved her. But he belonged to Sami.

"EJ..." she started. Her body was crying out for him, but her heart and mind... Could she separate her body from her mind?

"Can this be enough for you? Can you handle this?" he asked.

Her anger flared. He was twelve hours away from marrying another woman. He'd left his rehearsal to be with her.

How dare he ask her if she could handle this?

She nodded. She couldn't say no. She wanted him. She would have this moment. No regrets. She knew she could not come out of this unscathed. She seriously doubted he could either.

She had power, too. It was time to give him memories that would haunt him the way he had haunted her.

"I want this. I want you. I know you want me, EJ," she whispered. "I see you EJ...maybe better than you see yourself. I want that man, the man behind the mask. I want that man to make love to me tonight. I will deal with tomorrow when tomorrow comes. Can you?"

EJ was stunned. Abigail always had that effect on him. She was so brave, so beautiful in her honest acceptance. He didn't deserve to be in the same room with her, let alone hold her in his arms.

"Abigail, you are incredible."

His lips claimed hers as he joined their bodies.

She couldn't stay quiet. His body moved deeply within hers, stretching her, owning her. She cried out, screaming his name. She held on as he brought her to the edge and sent her crashing over. Again and again. He had the power to make her body soar.

"Sweet Lord, Abigail," he moaned. "You are going to destroy me."

Afterwards, she collapsed on his chest, gasping for breath. Neither spoke. The only noise in the tiny cabin was the heavy sound of their breathing. Abigail could feel the rapid beat of EJ's heart beneath her ear.

There was nothing to say.

He wrapped his arms around her trembling shoulders.

He knew he should be telling her that this could never happen again. This was yet another mistake. He should be pulling away from her and swearing that he loved Samantha and that, after tonight, they should try to avoid one another. The last time they'd made love in this cabin, he had suggested she move to Europe.

He had a hundred things he should say to Abigail.

But he said nothing. She felt too good in his arms.

Damn. He was in trouble.