I thought he’d leave after last night. I thought maybe, just maybe, I’d get a moment to breathe. But he didn’t. He stayed close, watching me like a predator with prey, waiting for the perfect moment.
That moment came in the kitchen.
I was making coffee, trying to pretend like everything was normal, when I felt him behind me. His chest pressed into my back, his hand sliding brazenly over my hip.
“Miss me?” he murmured against my neck.
I jumped, shoving at him. “Stop—someone could come in.”
That only made him smirk. He spun me around, trapping me against the counter. His hand snuck under my shirt, fingers brushing over bare skin.
“That’s what makes it exciting,” he whispered. “The thought of them catching you spread open for me.”
My stomach flipped. I shook my head, but my body was al
