Miranda sat in Nolan's car, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery while her mind remained trapped in the memories of last night. Each breath she took reminded her of him—the passionate heat they had shared, the lingering sensation of his touch on her skin. Her body still held the imprint of his presence, his lips, the weight of his form against hers, the possessive way he had claimed her. His hands had explored every inch of her with confident precision, leaving her pleasantly sore in the aftermath.
Their connection had been incredible. Beyond just the physical perfection of how they fit together, there was an unspoken understanding between them. Something deeper than anything she'd experienced with Ryan. How had she been so blind to this connection before?
