Dante’s smile faded into something heavier, more intense. His thumb brushed along Mandy’s jaw, then trailed down to the hollow of her throat.

“You drive me insane,” he murmured, pressing a kiss there. “Every time I think I’ve had enough of you, you pull me back in.”

Mandy’s hands slipped beneath his shirt, skimming the hard lines of his torso. “Then stop pretending you don’t want this.”

His response was a kiss, deeper, hotter. He picked her up and walked up to her room ...