Ethan pushed Jamie against the door of his house, his body molding against hers as his lips traced fire along the curve of her neck. The dull ache from the bruise on her knee barely registered—there was no room in her mind for pain, only the overwhelming sensation of his touch, his heat, his need mirroring her own.
She didn't know exactly how they got here. One moment, they were eating steak, sipping whiskey, and laughing about a show they both loved to watch. The next, his mouth was on hers, hungry and insistent, and she was kissing him back like she'd been starved for this kind of passion for centuries.
Ethan's hands roamed her body, firm yet deliberate, fingers digging into her waist as he lifted her effortlessly, pressing her harder against the door. Jamie gasped, her legs instinctiv
