Lightning ripped through the darkness outside, flashing behind the blinds covering each small window. The faintest scent of ozone permeated the air.

“That was close,” she whispered, her alluring mouth opening slightly.

He ducked his head and took that mouth. Sweetness exploded on his tongue, through his body. She was sweet and soft and everything he didn’t deserve in this world. He groaned into her mouth and slid his hand through the wet strands of her thick hair. It was even silkier than he’d imagined, and the idea of the mass drying later and spreading over his chest propelled him to kiss her harder.

She stretched up on her toes and kissed him back, the scent of cinnamon spurring his desire higher. Her fingers dug into his scalp, adding even more pleasure to every sensation attacking him.

He shoved her jacket to the ground and pushed her against the door, his body trying to get as flush with her as possible. She was small and delicate, so he plastered both hands on the smooth metal to keep from grabbing her and taking her down to the floor. If she was giving him one night, he was going to take care of her. She deserved no less. Hell, she deserved a lot better than him, but for now she was his. That mattered.

She jerked her head free and panted, sucking in air. “Fast. I want fast, Angus.”

He heard the words, but his body revolted. Ah. He tugged his phone from his pocket and turned it off, tossing it over his shoulder to land where he knew the lone sofa sat. “We’re not going to be interrupted.”

Her lips formed a perfect O.

Yeah, he knew what she’d been thinking. They’d skirted each other for a year like cautious animals, and now that they’d finally made a decision, Murphy’s Law dictated they’d be interrupted. Not a chance in hell. “I may not control much in this world, little shrink, but I promised you one night.” And she’d said yes. Shockingly. “Nothing is going to keep me from you tonight.” His words came out with an edge and, by the widening of her eyes, she caught it.

Good.

* * *

Nari couldn’t breathe. Her knees weakened and her clothes were suddenly too confining. She’d never felt like this, and that was insane. Her body was foreign for a moment.

Angus shrugged out of his jacket, dropping the heavy leather to the floor. His smell washed over her. Minty and whiskey and man. A scent she’d wanted to dive into for almost a year now. She reached for the hem of his T-shirt, and he grasped her hand, drawing it to his mouth.