Cara's lips still tingled. Her heart felt like it had lost all rhythm.
For a second, no one knew what to do.
But Ross didn't stop.
With steady hands, he gently but decisively guided Cara toward the bed.
She stumbled slightly on the soft carpet but didn't resist.
Her back met the mattress with a soft thud, and she found herself lying flat, the weight of anticipation settling deep in her chest.
Ross moved with deliberate slowness, peeling off his shirt.
The dim set lights revealed a broad, sculpted chest, every muscle defined beneath his smooth skin. Cara's breath hitched involuntarily.
The sight of him like this—vulnerable yet powerful—made her pulse quicken.
Before she could lose herself in the moment, Ross lowered his massive frame over her, his body warming hers instantly.
His weight was firm but careful, as if he wanted to hold her without overwhelming her.
