"You're chilled to the bone," Deacon breathed at last, shaking his head with a fierce scowl as he forced a finger beneath my chin, making me look at him.

He was sexy when he looked at me like that; raw power prowled his gaze. His face seemed to swell with an unnatural beauty that could only exist within the presence of confidence and certainty. I leaned my face towards him, breath halting as I tried to close the distance between us.

I gasped in shock when my back was slammed against the wall. Hard. Hand on my shoulder and a look of irritation plastered across his stupid fucking face, Deacon...