Savannah hesitated, her pulse hammering in her ears. They were inside a VIP room, the stage lights dimming behind them, but she knew exactly where this was headed. A war raged inside her—part fury, part desire. She should push him away, should tell him off for interfering, but the moment Theo touched her, all reason blurred into heat.
With a slow, deliberate movement, he pinned her against the wall, his breath warm against her ear. “Goddess help me, Savannah,” he murmured, his voice rough with need, “I can’t stand the thought of another man watching you like this.”
Her heart stuttered. The possessiveness in his tone sent a shiver down her spine, but it wasn’t just that—it was the way he looked at her, as if she were the only thing anchoring him to this world.
She should resist. Should r
