Marksman POV

What happened between the kiss that started on the couch in the living room and how they got to the bedroom, sans clothes, Marksman couldn’t rightly say. One thing simply led to another and magically he was skin-on-skin with Ember.

Without getting too philosophical—because Marksman was far too horny to use his brain effectively—it was the first time there was truly nothing between them. Not just clothes, but no more secrets, no more lies, no more hidden feelings or anxiety about the other person not feeling the same way. Yes, they’d had sex before—multiple times and in various positions and locations—but it had never been this achingly raw...