Blood rushed through Cassie's body in a way she had never experienced before, sharp, overwhelming, undeniable. This time, there was no excuse to hide behind.
She hadn't been drugged. She wasn't confused or impaired. Every sensation racing through her was real, vivid, and terrifyingly welcome.
And she could no longer pretend she didn't want it.
Before she could gather her thoughts or summon the discipline she'd been clinging to, Franklin closed the distance between them. In one swift, effortless motion, he lifted her into his arms as though she weighed nothing at all.
"Frank, put me down," she protested, instinctively clutching his shoulders.
He only chuckled, the sound warm and unrestrained, as he carried her toward the shower room. "Didn't you say you like this side of me
