Claire barely had time to breathe before the door clicked open. She hadn’t even heard the car pull up, but somehow, Lucas had returned. He moved with a slow, deliberate grace, as though he were fully aware of the power he held over her. The heat from his presence hit her the moment he stepped inside.
“I thought you might need this,” he said, his voice smooth as he walked toward her. Without waiting for a response, he placed a steaming cup of coffee on the nightstand beside her, his eyes never leaving her face. He studied her like a puzzle, something about her expression making him pause. “Still thinking about last night, huh?”
Claire’s chest tightened at the memory. No amount of coffee would wash it away. The way his touch still lingered on her skin, the way he had taken control of every
