Alice woke up the next morning with her body still humming. The memory of Luke’s hands, his mouth, and the way he’d filled her on the kitchen counter made her thighs press together under the sheets. She could still feel the faint ache between her legs—a delicious reminder.
She showered quickly, trying to push the thoughts away, but when she stepped into the kitchen, Luke was already there making coffee. He looked up, and their eyes met. The air instantly crackled with heat. No words were needed. The way his gaze dropped to her lips, then lower, told her everything. He wanted her just as badly.
They tried to act normal. Luke made breakfast—eggs and toast—and they ate at the table like nothing had happened. But every time their hands brushed passing the salt or their knees touched under th
