The party finally died down around midnight. Mark had passed out in our suite, snoring heavily after too many toasts. I waited twenty minutes, heart pounding, before slipping out of the room in just a silk robe over my slip. The hallway was quiet, lights dim. Every creak of the floor made me freeze.

Carter’s room was three doors down. He’d left it unlocked like he promised.

The second I stepped inside, he was on me.

He pulled me against him, kicking the door shut and locking it. No words at first. Just his mouth claiming mine, hungry and deep. His hands roamed under the robe, pushing it off my...