It should have ended with the bed, with his lips devouring mine until exhaustion claimed us. But I wasn’t done—not yet. I wanted more. I wanted to see how far I could push him.
So when he tried to catch his breath, I slipped away, wrapping the silk sheet loosely around me as I padded toward the open balcony doors. The night air kissed my skin, cool against the heat still burning inside me.
“What are you doing?” His voice was low, dangerous, still heavy with lust.
I leaned against the balcony rail, letting the sheet slide just enough to bare my shoulder, the city lights flickering across my skin. “Maybe I like the idea of being seen,” I teased, turning my head just enough for him to see the wicked smile curving my lips.
His footsteps were fast, sharp, like a predator stalking prey. In s
