“God, yes, I like it.” His voice was hoarse, his hands flexing on her hips, pulling her tighter against him. “You make me crazy.”

“Good. Because you make me crazy, too.”

When he lost control and went to kiss her, she laughed as she pushed against him. “No, no, no. Tonight, it’s my turn to have you.”

He understood that she was turning the tables, taking charge the way he had that morning in her

house. The way he always did. Who would have guessed that the turnaround would set him on fire

like this?

“I’m yours,” he said again, something he’d never told another person, but which felt impossibly...