Sienna

As soon as the call ended, I dropped my phone on the couch. My heart was still racing — not from the call, but from the way Jaxon was looking at me.

He didn’t even wait. He stepped forward, eyes dark and steady. “Now… where were we?” he said softly, his voice brushing against my skin.

Before I could answer, he kissed me — deep, slow, and hungry. I gasped against his mouth, my hands finding his shoulders. His lips moved with mine, gentle at first, then rougher as the heat ...