As I stood there, pressed against the cold marble counter, my heart pounding so loudly I thought it might wake the whole house. I couldn't help but feel a shiver run down my spine. His hand covered my mouth, silencing me, but the intensity of his gaze spoke volumes.

The grip was firm, but I could feel the warmth of his skin and the tingles that I was now used to. My eyes darted around in panic, all I could see were the dim outlines of the furniture, the faint glow of moonlight seeping ...