This is dangerous, Jacob thought as Tiffany leaned against his chest, her warmth seeping into him like a fire.

She was practically on top of him, her head tucked under his chin, her soft breaths brushing against his neck.

Then there was her scent—sweet and subtle, like wildflowers, mixed with the faintest hint of vanilla. It was intoxicating, grounding him and pulling him under all at once. Every inhale made his heart beat faster as if her presence had claimed every corner of his ...