Grace's POV

On the drive back to our house, Hunter kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting on my thigh, his thumb tracing slow circles that sent little sparks through me. Every time I glanced at him, I caught him watching me, a knowing look that made my stomach flutter.

"You're thinking about tonight," he said, his voice low.

I swallowed. "Maybe."

His lips curved slightly. "Good. You should be."

The way he said it, so confident, so sure, sent a shiver down my spine. I shifted in my ...