On the surface, it’s just dinner.
Underneath, it’s a test of control I’m not sure either of us is going to pass for long.
And as I watch her across the table, calm, brilliant, hiding just as much as I am.
I grin, because I don’t want this dangerous game to end.
FIFTEEN
Amelia
I can feel the night winding down before Kamden even says it. The easy laughter softening, the buzz settling into something warm and familiar.
“We should do this more often,” Kamden says, lifting his beer. “I always wanted you guys to meet, and I’m so fucking happy you finally did.”
I swallow hard.
Oh, we definitely met.
We’ve migrated to the living room at some point without me fully registering when. Kamden’s sprawled beside me on the couch, relaxed and content. Wilder’s across from us in the chair, one arm draped over the back, posture loose, eyes sharp.
Too sharp.
Kamden pushes to his feet. “Bathroom break,” he announces, disappearing down the hall.
The door clicks shut.
And suddenly Wilder is everywhere.
He crosses the space in two strides, crowding me back against the couch, his mouth crashing into mine like he’s been holding himself back for hours. Which he has. His lips are strong, possessive, claiming. His hand grips my jaw, tilting my face up as his knee slides between my thighs.
A soft moan slips out of me before I can stop it, swallowed by his mouth.
He nips my bottom lip, then sinks his fingers into my hair, tugging just enough to make my pulse spike.
“My place or yours after this?” he murmurs against my mouth.
For a heartbeat, I’m lost, caught in how he makes me feel, how reckless and alive and wanted I am with him this close.
Then reality slams back in.
My eyes fly open. “Wilder! Kamden will see us,” I hiss.
His lips curve into a lazy, dangerous grin. “My place or yours?” he repeats, unfazed.
I glance down the hall, then back at him, my heart pounding so hard it hurts.
“Mine,” I whisper.
He kisses me once more, quick, searing, and then pulls back just enough to look into my eyes.
“Tell me you aren’t more turned on with the excitement of getting caught.”
Fuck.
I am. And he knows it.
But my nerves finally win. “No,” I breathe. “Get back to the chair before he comes out.”
