Elin'sPOV

My legs don't want to cooperate this morning.

Every step toward my car sends a dull ache through my thighs, a reminder of last night's frenzy. Aaron's hands, his mouth, the way he'd pulled me under until I couldn't think, couldn't breathe---only feel.

'Focus, Elin.'

I fumble with my keys, but strong arms circle my waist before I can unlock the door.

"Let me drive you," Aaron says, his voice still rough with sleep.

"Aaron, no. People will---"

"Underground parking." He's already ...