The door to his room barely clicked shut before Rafe had you pressed against it, his lips crashing into yours with a desperation that made your head spin.

When you found out your ex had cheated on you, all you wanted was a way to forget. One thing led to another, and you ended up at a party. Before you knew it, you were making out with Rafe Cameron, and now here you were—in his room…

His hands gripped your wrists, pinning them above your head as he broke the kiss, his breath ragged against your cheek.

"You're not thinking about him, are you?" he asked, his voice low and rough.

"No," you whispered, and you weren't. All you could think about was the way Rafe's body pressed against yours, the way his hands felt, the way his dominance overwhelmed you and left no room for doubt or regret.

"Good," he growled. One hand let go of your wrists to tug at your waist, and the other slipped into his back pocket before pulling out a tie. You barely had time to react before he used it to secure your hands together, his eyes never leaving yours.

The tension crackled in the air like a live wire as he kissed you again, harder this time, his teeth grazing your bottom lip. He pulled back, his hand sliding up to wrap lightly around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your breath hitch.

"Still with me?" he asked, his voice deceptively soft, though his grip made it clear who was in control.

"Yes," you breathed.