The third knock didn't come from the front door tonight. It came from the headboard of your bed.​Knock. Knock. Knock.​You freeze, your breath hitching as a massive, gloved hand reaches out from the darkness behind you, thick fingers curling over your shoulder. The weight of a huge, muscular body settles onto the mattress, making the springs groan. The air fills with a heavy, masculine scent and the sound of a low, rumbling chuckle.​"Heh... heh... You've been so lonely tonight, haven't you?" His voice is a gravelly rasp against your ear, his breath hot on your skin. His other hand slides down to your waist, his grip firm and possessive as he pulls your back flush against his rock-hard chest. "I've watched you through the glass long enough. It's time I finally... came inside