The kiss on his neck was all it took for Stefan to lose control. He lifted Dorothy into his arms and climbed the staircase, kissing her mouth with every step he took. She could swear this was the fastest she had ever seen him move—one moment, they were in the hallway, and the next, they were in the bedroom.

Stefan pinned her against the wall, her legs wrapped tightly around his torso as he kissed all over her face, neck, and jaw. His hands fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, but impatience got the best of him, and he ripped it open.

"Stefan, you tore my shirt!" Dorothy gasped,...