He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as if her body already knew the script. He carried her to the couch, lowering her slowly, his eyes locked on hers the whole time. The air between them pulsed with danger and desire, the weight of what they were doing crashing against the impossibility of stopping.

Marcus stripped off his jacket, tossing it aside, and his hands found her waist, fingers pressing firmly, possessively. He slid her sweater up, his knuckles brushing the ...