The cool night air hit Selene’s bare shoulders like a slap as Caleb guided her swiftly out of Ava’s sunroom through the kitchen back door. They moved through the darkened yard, his arm tight around her waist, propelling her forward. The thrumming bass of the party music faded, replaced by the urgent rhythm of her own pulse. The fear Marcus had planted was there, a cold knot in her stomach, but it was drowned by the molten, pulling need that had been building all day.
“My truck is on the side street,” Caleb murmured, his voice low and rough against her ear. “We’ll be gone before they see us.”
She nodded, her heels sinking into the soft grass. The red silk whispered against her thighs, a constant, tantalizing reminder of his earlier promise. They reached the shadowed edge of the property,
