"We can't do this," I whispered, even as Jamie's fingers traced my jaw."Tell me to stop," he commanded, his grey eyes darkening with desire.I should have. But instead: "I can't."His hand slid beneath my shirt. "This is wrong.""Then stop touching me.""I can't." His voice was raw. "Every night I think about you. About this."When his mouth finally claimed mine, it tasted like sin and salvation. His hands gripped my waist, lifting me onto the counter. I wrapped my legs around him, and reality dissolved."Right now, you're mine," he growled against my neck."Even knowing what it costs?" I gasped."Even then."What happened in that kitchen was unforgivable. Beautiful and terrible and absolutely devastating.But our secret didn't stay buried.When a mysterious text arrives—*"I saw what you did"*