Kaius Blair stared at the closed, polished surface of her door.
He didn't pound. He didn't call out. He simply stood there, the phantom imprint of her touch burning on his skin like a brand.
Slowly, deliberately, he raised his fingers, brushing them against the corner of his mouth where her lips had grazed him.
Soft.
A jolt of pure, undiluted hunger slammed into him, settling low and heavy in his gut.
"Hell," he breathed out.
Her taste—a subtle, maddening sweetness that was uniquely Austin—was now a phantom flavor on his tongue, a craving igniting in his blood.
He felt like a live wire had been threaded under his skin.
His jaw ached from clenching.
He turned and strode back to the elevator, the echo of his footsteps the only sound.
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Inside the house, Aus
