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“And if he comes back and finds you here?”

I give a tiny shrug.

Drew lets out a short, disbelieving laugh. “Jesus Christ. You really are trying to kill me.”

“Fine,” I say lightly. “I’ll just go upstairs and⁠—”

He grabs my wrist before I can finish, hauling me inside so fast I barely manage a gasp before the door slams shut behind me.

A second later, my back hits the wood. He plants both hands on either side of my head, trapping me against the door. Heat rolls off him in waves. My pulse immediately loses its mind.

“This,” he says, shaking his head once, his voice rough now, “is such a bad idea.”

“We don’t have to,” I whisper, even though we both know that’s a lie.

I rise onto my toes and kiss him softly. Just one slow press of my mouth against his and he loses it. His hands slide down, hooking beneath my thighs as he lifts me effortlessly off the floor. Like I weigh absolutely nothing.

I gasp as he lifts me, my legs wrapping tight around his waist. He carries me to the bed and drops me onto it with zero gentleness, his body following mine down, caging me in completely.

He doesn’t waste a second. His fingers tug at the knot of my robe until the silk falls open, revealing nothing underneath but a tiny scrap of black lace.

The sound he makes sends heat flooding through me. His eyes rake over my body like he wants to devour every inch.

Before I can even breathe, he grabs my ankle and starts kissing a slow, torturous path up my leg. Higher and higher. Every press of his warm mouth makes me tremble.

He stops just inches from where I need him most, breath hot against the lace. I’m practically shaking with anticipation.

Then he leans in and presses one open-mouthed kiss right over me, his tongue teasing me through the thin fabric. A helpless whimper escapes my throat.

But he doesn’t stay there.

Instead, he kisses his way up my body with maddening patience. Kisses across my stomach, along my ribs, until he reaches my breasts. He pulls the robe fully open and takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. My back arches off the bed with a gasp. His tongue circles, teeth grazing just enough to make me dizzy, before he moves to the other side and gives it the same delicious torture, groaning like he’s the one losing his mind.

He keeps moving higher, dragging his mouth up my neck, sucking gently at the spot that always makes me weak, then along my jaw.

I’m burning up, trembling beneath him, desperate for more.

“Get on with it,” I demand, my voice embarrassingly breathy.

Drew lifts his head, eyes gleaming with pure mischief as he looks down at me. I’m flushed, trembling, and completely at his mercy.

“Maybe that’s all you get tonight,” he says, voice low and teasing. “Maybe I should send you back to your room like this.”

My eyes narrow. Two can play this game.

I push up on my elbows and drag my nails slowly down his bare chest, stopping just above his waistband.

“That’s a shame,” I murmur sweetly, tilting my head with an innocent smile. “I’ve been thinking about wrapping my lips around⁠—”

That’s as far as I get before his mouth crashes down on mine, hot and demanding. All teasing is forgotten.

The kiss is rough and possessive, his tongue sliding against mine like he’s punishing me for pushing him. One of his hands fists in my hair, tilting my head exactly how he wants it as he devours me.

I moan into his mouth, arching up against him.

He breaks the kiss with a low moan and starts moving down my body with single-minded intent. His mouth is everywhere again—sucking hard at my neck, my collarbone, my breasts—until he settles between my thighs.

He doesn’t tease this time.