Viv:
In the garage, the dusk heat and desire began to bleed into something wilder.
I barely had time to breathe.
One second, I was curled up on the bench in his flannel, feeling the edges of the future take shape—our future—and the next, Knox was stalking across the garage with that look in his eyes. That feral, hungry, don’t move unless you want to be devoured look.
And God, I wanted to be devoured.
He reached for the garage chain and yanked it down hard, the big metal door crashing shut behind him with a rumble that vibrated in my chest. The space darkened, sealed tight with the thick scent of motor oil, sweat, and something raw between us.
My body was already aching, anticipation coiled low in my belly. I stood—barefoot on cool concrete—and turned to face him.
But he was already
