Holy crap. Holy freaking crap. This is really happening.
Blake’s eyes lock with mine, and for a split second, the world stops. Everything fades—the tension, the danger—it all bleeds into the background. My heart pounds, beating so hard it feels like it might burst out of my chest. But then the sound of a car pulling into the driveway snaps us both back into reality.
Preston.
No. No. No.
My body reacts before my mind can. Panic claws its way up my throat, tangled with the heat still pulsing low in my belly. I’m panting now, every nerve alive and screaming. My hands shake. This is bad. So bad.
“Blake!” I hiss, my voice trembling, caught between fear and want. If Preston sees us… if he knows…
Blake’s gaze flicks toward the window and then back to me, the heat between us still thick but
