“Fucking sex, isn’t that redundant?” A ghost of a smile played on her lips. My gaze slid down her face to those lips. I wanted to taste their sweetness once again. This invisible thread of attraction had always connected us, and it tugged me closer. I leaned into her, and she leaned into me. I brushed my lips against hers and heard her throaty gasp. God, that was sexy as fuck. My fingers wrapped around the back of her neck, and I pulled her close for a deeper kiss. She didn’t resist but kissed me right back, opening up to me. Our tongues mated, our lips talked to each other without talking but using the oldest language known to man. I closed my eyes, giving myself up to the emotions being set free inside me. I felt her as if she were a part of me, while the world spun lazily around us and wrapped us in its protective arms. For one short moment, my life was complete, perfect, just as it should be.

These weren’t the crazed kisses of teenagers with raging hormones, but they were the crazed kisses of two adults with epic sexual chemistry. In the years Caro and I had been apart, through all the girlfriends and hookups, nothing felt like this. Absolutely fucking nothing.

We’d always been like this together, and time hadn’t dampened our desire for each other.

Breathing as hard as if I’d sprinted around the ice arena twenty times, I drew back and nuzzled her neck and collarbone. She smelled like honey and flowers and better days with even better nights. She smelled like she was mine, and I was hers.

Only she wasn’t. She’d been someone else’s for years. She wasn’t my Caro anymore.

The moment ended too quickly, but I still wanted her any way I could get her. Even the reality of her situation didn’t drown out the raw need she’d set loose inside me.

“Easton,” she sighed against my ear, “we can’t do this. We can’t—”

We both froze at the knock on the door.

“Not again,” I grumbled and backed away with reluctance.

“Come in,” Caro said in a shaky voice.

“Hey, am I interrupting?” Juniper said through the closed door.

“Yes, you are,” I said, ignoring Caro’s murderous glare. “We’re in the middle of something.”

“We are not. Please, come in.”

Juniper entered. Her knowing smirk said it all as she shifted her gaze from one of us to the other. “I was interrupting something. I knew it.”

We weren’t fooling her, and I didn’t expect to. The chemistry between us was too strong, too transparent, and impossible to mask. Neither Caro nor I was good at subterfuge. Hopefully, the kids didn’t notice.

Red faced, Caro looked away, while I grinned.

“I’m really excited about seeing our new apartment, E, and I wanted to make sure Caro wasn’t being ungracious, as she tends to be, and telling you to shove those keys up your ass.”

“She is, but I’m ignoring her.”