Barry always said his little sister was off-limits.

And Rafe? Rafe Cameron had never been good at following rules—especially not when it came to temptation wrapped in sundresses and lip gloss.

She wasn’t supposed to be at the party. Barry had made that clear. “Stay home. No Kildare parties. Especially not ones where he shows up.”

So of course she went.

And of course, he was already there when she arrived—leaning against the kitchen counter with a red Solo cup, hoodie unzipped just enough to show the chain on his chest, grinning like he owned the damn house.

His eyes locked on her the second she stepped inside. Bare legs. Lip gloss. A hint of attitude in her walk like she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Look who broke the rules,” Rafe murmured, eyes flicking down, then up—slow, deliberate. “Does Barry know his sweet little sister snuck out?”

She crossed her arms, mouth tilted in a smirk. “Do you care?”

That grin. Crooked. Dangerous.

“You know I don’t.”

He pushed off the counter, closing the space between them like a wolf who hadn’t eaten in days.

“You look different,” he murmured, eyes on her lips.

“Do I?” she whispered, heart pounding.

“Yeah.” His voice dropped. “Like you want trouble.”

And maybe she did.

It didn’t take long. One too many drinks, music thumping, tension thick like fog.

He cornered her in the upstairs hallway, pulled her into the coat closet before anyone saw. The door clicked shut, darkness wrapping around them—and then his hands were on her waist, sliding under her shirt like he owned her.

“Tell me to stop,” he breathed.

She didn’t.

Instead, she grabbed the front of his hoodie, dragging his mouth to hers—hot, messy, hungry. Her back hit the wall. His hands pinned her there. Everything was heat and breath and whispered curses.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” she gasped.

“Then tell me to walk away.”

“You won’t.”

He smiled against her throat. “You’re right.”

“Rafe,” she whispered, nails scraping lightly down his back. “What if someone comes up?”

His mouth paused just above her chest. “Then they’ll get a hell of a show.”