“Are you absolutely sure you want to do this? If my track record is any indication, this won’t end well.”

To my wine-buzzed, lust-clouded brain, his warning to stay away was about as effective as one of those “enter only if you’re eighteen” notices on a porn site.

“I want this. I want you.” I looked right into his emerald-colored eyes as I spoke, hoping he could feel the sheer desire in my voice.

“Then let’s take this to the bedroom.”

Rising from the couch, I followed him down the hall. “Is that why you got the bed?”

“Yes. That, and I didn’t exactly fit on the futon.”

My heart...