"Now," he murmured, his sharp and heavy gaze locking onto hers, "the night belongs to us."

Chloe's blush burned hotter, her pulse tripping wildly. She didn't bother with excuses this time. She just let him see it, the way her body leaned toward his, the way her breath trembled at the weight of his eyes.

In the next breath, he had her pressed against the nearest wall, his body rigid with need. The rough stone bit into her back, but she barely noticed, her senses consumed by the heat of him, ...