The night had turned feverish.
Adrenaline still hummed in Cara’s blood like wildfire, but it wasn’t just fear now.
It was him.
Michael.
His voice. His touch. His breath against her ear as he pushed her back against the kitchen counter, the world still spinning from what just happened in the dark.
“You could’ve died tonight,” he rasped, hands gripping her hips like she might vanish. “And I didn’t even get to tell you everything I should’ve.”
Cara’s fingers tangled in his shirt, tugging him closer until their mouths collided—brutal, hungry, desperate.
She kissed him like she needed oxygen.
And maybe she did.
But it wasn’t the kind that came from breathing. It was him. The danger. The way his body pressed into hers, solid, hot, protective.
She moaned into his mouth when his hand sli
