The heat was unbearable.
Not the weather - the air had cooled since the storm - but him.
His words.
His hands.
That kiss.
Savannah couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't sleep.
So when she heard movement down the hall just after midnight, she didn't hesitate.
She padded out of her room, heart pounding, drawn to the living room like a moth to fire.
And there he was.
Jace stood by the window, shirtless again, sweat glistening along his neck and collarbone. The moonlight cut across his face, and his eyes locked onto hers the second she stepped into the room.
Neither of them said a word.
Savannah walked straight up to him, closed the space between them in two heartbeats.
"If you leave again," she said, "I won't forgive you."
He didn't answer.
He didn't need to.
Because this time, he didn't stop himself.
He grabbed her - hands gripping her hips, pulling her into him as their mouths crashed together like a spark catching dry kindling.
And then it all unraveled.
Fast. Desperate. Breathless.
He lifted her onto the couch, lips never leaving hers. Her thighs wrapped around his waist, his body pressing into hers, all muscle and need and want. His hands slid under her shirt, fingers grazing her ribs as he pulled the fabric up and over her head.
She was bare under it.
His breath caught.
"Jesus, Savannah…"
"You've already seen me," she whispered, tugging him down to her. "Now feel me."
He did.
His mouth trailed down her chest, tongue circling a nipple as his hand teased the other. She arched into him, gasping as pleasure bloomed low in her belly.
He kissed down her stomach, slow and reverent, undoing the drawstring of her sleep shorts like a man unwrapping something sacred.
She lifted her hips to help him slide them off - panties and all.
The cool air hit her skin just seconds before his mouth did.
One long, slow lick.
Savannah moaned, hand tangling in his hair.
He groaned against her. "You taste like sin."
She would've laughed - if she wasn't too far gone.
His tongue moved with purpose, slow circles and teasing flicks that had her thighs trembling. Then he slipped a finger inside her, curling it just right - and her back bowed off the couch.
"Jace - "
"I've thought about this," he murmured, mouth hot against her. "Every damn night. What you'd sound like when you fell apart for me."
And she did.
Hard.
Her orgasm hit fast and fierce, blinding and hot, and she didn't care how loud she was. Didn't care who heard.
She wanted him to hear.
He came back up, kissing her through the aftershocks, mouth slick and hungry.
And then he was shoving his own shorts down, positioning himself between her thighs, tip already slick and pressed right where she needed him.
He paused, breath ragged.
"We don't have to - "
"I want to," she breathed. "I want you."
That was all it took.
He pushed inside her in one smooth, slow thrust, and her mouth dropped open in a silent gasp.
He was big. Thick. Stretching her perfectly, filling every inch.
They both stilled, eyes locked.
"Savannah…"
"More," she whispered. "Please."
And he did.
Slow at first. Deep.
Dragging himself out and slamming back in with a force that made the couch creak beneath them. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wide as he pounded into her like he couldn't get close enough.
She met every thrust, nails clawing at his back, lips biting his shoulder as pleasure built again - faster this time. Higher.
His name tore from her lips as she came again, clenching around him so hard he nearly lost it.
But he wasn't far behind.
With a low, guttural moan, he drove into her one last time, spilling inside her as his body tensed and trembled above her.
He collapsed onto her, breath hot on her neck.
Neither of them spoke.
Because there were no words for what just happened.
Only one truth between them now:
There was no going back.