ALAN POV
The drive home was a blur, a frantic race against my own mounting desire. Every red light felt like an eternity, every slow driver an insurmountable obstacle. All I could think about was Amber, the way she looked, the way she smelled, the electric hum that vibrated between us with every stolen glance.
I needed her, now.
Teasing her during dinner had been a beautiful torture, the smell of her arousal was driving me and Blake insane.
The moment we were through the door, I didn't bother with pleasantries. I grabbed her hand, my grip tighter than usual, and pulled her towards our bedroom. The urgency in my touch must have spoken volumes, because she didn't resist, her eyes already alight with a matching fire.
I practically threw myself onto the bed, the springs groaning in prote
