Sienna’s POV

My chest ached, my body was still pressed against his, lips tingling from the kiss I’d been too weak to stop.

I should’ve pushed him away. Instead, I stumbled back like the walls were safer than him. My hands shook as I reached blindly for the counter, anything to ground myself, anything but the steady burn of his gaze.

But Rhett didn’t let the space settle. He followed, closing the gap with maddening calm, leaning against the door like he owned it. Like he owned ...