"Nadine," he calls my name, and my knees go weak. I can’t help myself; I lunge at him, pressing my lips to his.

He swings into action immediately, without hesitation, as if he’s been waiting for this moment. What does this man do to me?

He kisses me back, matching my intensity, pouring as much desire into the kiss as I do.

I know this man. His presence etches itself into every part of my being. I can’t stay sane without him. I know it sounds cliché, but it’s the damn truth.

He owns me, and I’m sure he feels the same. My encounter with Chris is a wake-up call,...