Breathless Charade

ROWAN’S POV

The electricity between us is suffocating. My breath vanishes. My cheeks flush hot.

I can feel exactly how hard he is against my lower back, and my traitorous body responds despite everything—nipples tightening, core clenching, arousal flooding back like it never left.

“Unhand me,” I manage, and the words come out breathier than I intend.

“Not until we’re clear on certain things.” His