Meredith.
Draven's fingers found mine halfway up the staircase to the third floor and stayed there until we reached his bedroom.
Then he closed the door behind us. The room smelled like cedar and cool stone, the lamplight amber and soft. He stood a breath away, studying me as if re-memorizing a favorite page.
"You're staring," I said, trying not to smile.
"I'm allowed to." His gaze dipped, appreciative. "You look… dangerous."
"Dangerously presentable," I corrected. "Go shower. You smell like highway and happiness."
One corner of his mouth lifted up in a smirk. "That's flattering."
I nudged him toward the bathroom, tugging his travel shirt free of his belt as I went.
He let me, catching my wrist before I could turn away and drawing my knuckles to his lips. He gave them a soft slow kiss. Heat curled low in my stomach.
"Ten minutes," he murmured. "If I take longer, punish me."
"Don't tempt me," I said, but my voice came out softer than I meant.
