The drive home was a blur. I barely remembered the roads or the way the city lights flickered past. All I could feel was the ache between my thighs, the lingering taste of Roman still on my lips, the phantom press of his hands all over me. My body was a map of him now… every nerve branded with his touch.

I wanted to sink into it, to close my eyes and relive every stolen second. But guilt was a weight pressing harder with every mile. Chase’s face hovered at the edges of my mind… Delilah ...