Jason stood perfectly still and felt anything but.
As he listened to her speak, his thoughts tangled—emotions he didn’t bother sorting through. He reached for the one thing that made sense in the lot.
Anger.
He could roll with rage—the rest was noise. It made him the predator.
Yet, the words he'd uttered in anger weren't the ones he'd expected.
And now, as his lips met hers, even the anger melted away—replaced by desire.
He didn't like uncertainty. He didn’t chase chaos—at least not one he didn't start.
So why was he still here?
Their breaths mingled—heavy and hot—heat rushing through him. His hand on her neck tightened, tilting her head to deepen the kiss, his other hand sliding down to her waist to pull her flush against him.
He kissed her slow and deep, as if this was e
