Alex:
I couldn’t move.
Even after he left, after the weight of his body and the heat of his mouth and the unforgiving press of his badge faded into the night, I stood there—back against the pillar, pulse in my throat, clothes tugged half-straight, legs shaking.
Luke.
Of course it was him. Who else would stalk through the shadows and press a gun to my back like it was some twisted version of foreplay?
You’re caught.
That bastard.
My lips still burned from how he kissed me after saying it. Like catching me in the act turned him on more than anything I could’ve said.
And I let him.
Worse—I wanted it.
I chased his mouth, clawed at his jacket, gave myself up to the moment with the kind of desperation that should’ve scared me. Because it wasn’t just lust anymore. It hadn’t been for a w
