~ LYRA ~

I almost melt into a puddle as Ronan takes my hands in his, his molten eyes locking on mine with an intensity that steals my breath from my lungs.

"No, I don't," he replies, his voice sure and firm. "You promised me the weekend, remember? I'm only going to take what you're willing to give me." He pauses, and then the corners of his lips lifts as he adds, "For now, anyway."

Butterflies erupt in the pit of my belly, and I clench my thighs when it's joined by the pool of ...