Her hotshot was all done waiting.

When she tried to sit up, he pushed her right back on the mattress. She

didn’t mind. She’d been wanting his hands on her ever since she’d discovered him sprawled on her steps. She quickly discovered, though, that she might be in a rush—but he wasn’t. When she brought her hands up to tug on his shirt, he pressed her palms down into the mattress.

“Don’ move, sha,” he warned as he moved closer. Close enough she could feel the heat and tension radiating off his body. The way he leaned in reminded her that he was bigger. Stronger.

“Or?” Deliberately, she slid her...