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“There won’t be regret,” he says, voice thick and raw. “Not from me. Not ever.”

And I believe him.

With every beat of my heart, I believe him.

I hope I never forget how this moment feels.

Howhemakes me feel.

Like I’m his.

Like I’ve always been his.

I just didn’t know it.

28

STEELE

By the time we step out of the restaurant, I’m barely hanging on by a thread.

The night air is cool and crisp against my skin, but it does nothing to dull the heat simmering just below the surface. Lilah’s hand rests lightly in mine, her touch grounding, even as everything inside me spirals.

The valet pulls up quickly, the engine of my Lamborghini purring. I slip a bill into the kid’s hand and then round the car to open the door for Lilah. She slides in with a quiet murmur of thanks, the black dress riding up her thighs as she settles into the passenger seat.

I circle the hood and slip behind the wheel, gripping the leather as the engine growls beneath us. The low, luxurious sound has nothing on the rush roaring through my veins.

Lilah shifts beside me, tugging at the hem of her dress, her perfume lingering in the cabin. As familiar as the subtle scent is, it’s no less potent. A mix of honey, vanilla, and something entirely her. It coils low in my gut, fraying every last thread of control with it.

I tighten my grip on the steering wheel and focus on theribbon of road stretched out in front of me, silently counting the miles between us and home.

All I want is to get her there.

Alone.

She’s been driving me out of my mind all damn night. The way she sat next to me at dinner, smiling and laughing, completely unaware that with every glance, every brush of her fingers, every shift in her seat, I was unraveling.

The little black dress hugs her curves in ways I want to memorize with my hands and my mouth. Her legs are bare and crossed, her skin glowing in the reflection of the city lights. The gloss on her lips is still faintly smudged from when I kissed her on the rooftop.

I want to taste it again.

And then again.

She glances at me, and even in the dim cabin, I can see it.

Excitement.

Nerves.

And questions.

She said yes.

And now she’s wondering exactly what that means.

Only wanting to put her at ease, I reach across the center console and find her hand before threading our fingers together and bringing them to my lips to press a kiss against her knuckles. Her skin is smooth beneath my mouth, and I linger there, letting the moment settle between us like smoke.

She stills for a heartbeat.