"You realize were still in the kitchen?” she muttered, panting.

“So?”

"So... Victor might want to check up on you and he could walk in, Rowan. I feel weak. And sore. Everywhere.”

He chuckled into her skin. “Okay then,” he murmured, backing off.

But she barely had time to straighten before he picked her up and set her on the counter table again.

“First, you’re going to calm this raging problem of mine,” he said with a wicked look, holding himself in his hand. Aurora stared, the heat returning in full force.

“Why keep me like this?” she asked breathlessly, already half-spread across the table. “Because,” he said, voice low,...