The house had gone quiet. Too quiet.
I had retreated to my bedroom, robe sliding from my shoulders as I let it pool onto the floor, leaving me in nothing but a thin slip of silk. My skin hummed from his touch on the balcony, my lips still tingling from how close he’d come. I hated that I wanted more. I hated that I wanted him.
I had just pulled the sheets back when the door opened without a knock.
He stood there—towering, dark eyes blazing, chest rising and falling as if he had been fighting with himself the whole walk here. His presence filled the room, swallowing the air until I couldn’t breathe.
“You think you can keep running from me?” His voice was rough, half a growl, half a plea. “Not tonight.”
Before I could answer, he was on me. His hand caught my wrist, pulling me flush agai
