IF I’D THOUGHT OUR first kiss was incendiary, this one was a supernova. Hands gliding over skin. My front pressed up against his hard muscles. My fingers found a zipper and pulled.
Then something started beeping. Loud and adamant.
I ignored it. Grabbed hold of his collar to draw myself closer. Our skin needed to touch. My body needed....
The beeping continued. “Shit.” Air pooled between us as Tank dragged a cell phone out of his pocket. I winced at how easily he’d pushed me aside.
But his pupils were dilated when his gaze met mine. One broad hand cupped my chin and he feathered my lips with a final kiss so soft it was almost intangible.
“We’re late. Lupe’s pissed.”
Oh. Oh. I glanced over his shoulder at the kitchen clock. It felt like mere minutes since we’d set foot in my cabin, but
