“Down there.” Darius hooked a thumb past a long row of shelves and cupboards, and Zion raced to the bathroom as if he’d suddenly realized he might not make it in time. Literally the second the door closed behind him, Darius was standing right in front of her, pulling her up, pushing the stool she sat on back against the wall, and framing her head with his hands. His he-man act shot a forbidden thrill right through her—the same forbidden thrill she felt with him every single time, whether it was smart of her or not. 

Her mouth was suddenly dry as she looked up at him, her breath coming...