Riley's POV

Caden's body hit mine like a wall of solid heat, pinning me against the cold wall before I could even draw a full breath. My back met the rough surface with a soft thud, and his chest pressed flush to mine, trapping me there. His scent-dark pine and smoke flooded my lungs, making my head spin.

"You want the truth," he murmured, voice low and velvet-rough against my ear. "Then feel it, Riley. Feel what we've been holding back for years."

His thigh slid between my legs, pressing up against my core through the thin fabric of the dress I'd woken up in. The pressure was fucking intentional,...