Sienna
My heart slammed so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest. The moan still rang in my ears, too loud, too sharp—like it had been shouted into the whole house.
Oh God, did she hear it? Did she know?
Jaxon and I scrambled apart in a frenzy, the heat of him still clinging to me as I yanked my panties back into place, fumbling with the fabric that he’d shoved aside minutes ago. My hands shook so badly I nearly ripped them.
“Move,” he hissed, fixing his zipper, his chest still heaving. He grabbed his trousers, dragging them up fast, eyes darting toward the stairs like a hunted animal.
Then my elbow clipped the edge of a dish on the counter. It slid, teetered, and shattered against the tiled floor in a burst of glass and noise.
I froze. My blood turned to ice.
The footsteps
