Flora's POV
The lock went click in the quiet house. It always felt like a starting gun.
Eugene didn’t wait. He crossed the dark room in three big steps, his shadow covering the moonlight on my bed. When his hands touched me, they were heavy and fast. All the patience he had at the office was totally gone. He picked me up by my waist, lifting me easily against him, and kissed me hard to stop the gasp from leaving my mouth.
"Eugene," I breathed against his lips, my fingers wrapping into his hair.
"Shh," he growled low, a quiet order against my skin as he pulled my nightgown up over my hips. "Don't say a word."
Every touch was a release of all the tension we had been hiding all week—in the car, at work, and at the dinner table. He took me right there on the edge of the mattress, moving
