The silence in Wyatt's truck was suffocating. She wanted to break it but couldn't. The words stuck in her throat, and she wasn't sure what to say.

So, Lauren stared out the window as they drove through Manhattan traffic, watching the city slide past, trying to focus on anything except the large, quiet man behind the wheel. The man who'd made her come so many times last night she'd lost count. The man who'd fucked her awake this morning with such intensity she could still feel him between her ...