GRACE POV
The first thing I felt was the heat.
Not just on my skin, but deeper—coiling low in my chest, tightening with every second Connor made me wait. His hand rested on my back, heavy and unmoving, doing nothing and everything at the same time. Every breath I took while kneeling there, waiting for him to strike, felt stretched too thin, like my body was holding itself together by will alone.
I wasn’t scared.
I wasn’t unsure.
I was aching.
For more.
Being on my knees like that—exposed, open, painfully aware of every inch of myself—did something dangerous to my thoughts. Connor stood behind me, my mountain of a man, his attention so focused it felt tangible. I felt it like static on my skin, heat following wherever his eyes lingered.
I felt every part of him without his touch. Th
