Alex:
The sheet drops.
I don’t look back to see if he’s watching.
I know he is.
I feel the weight of his stare—heavy, possessive, dangerous—in every step I take down the hallway. It trails me like a storm cloud with no intention of passing.
My heart’s a war drum.
Each beat: Run.
Each echo: Stay.
I hear his breath behind me before I feel his hands.
Rough palms wrap around my hips like he owns me.
Because he does.
God help me, he does.
He spins me toward him like I’m nothing more than gravity obeying its pull, and suddenly, I’m against the hallway wall, one leg hitched up on his hip, his mouth devouring mine like he’s been starving and I’m the only meal left on earth.
“Say it again,” he growls between kisses, his voice more animal than man.
My fingers claw at his chest. “Say wh
