Meadow’s POV:

Alaric didn’t stop touching me. Not even while he was driving. His large, firm hand remained on my thigh during the entire ride back.

Feeling a sense of naughtiness overcome me, I took his hand and pulled it toward my core slowly.

Alaric clicked his tongue, refusing to take his eyes off the road. “Baby,” he murmured darkly. “You don’t want to go down that road. I promise you.”

“Why?” I whispered, biting my lip as I stared at his sharp jawline. “You scared ...