“There is one more thing.”

“You’re pushing your luck, Serena.”

Pete looked tough, forbidding, and Serena wondered afresh whether she was insane to think she could handle this man. He walked his own path, made his own rules. But this last rule was important. “We need to be discreet.”

He laughed at that, and the rich, dark sound of it slid along her skin like water.

“You’re right,” he murmured. “We’ll be discreet.” And then his lips were on hers, hard and seeking, and all her carefully thought-out rules shattered beneath the weight of her desire.

Pete’s body betrayed him the moment he reached for her. He’d known it would. He could be discreet. If that was what she wanted. He’d do it.

Just as soon as he’d finished feasting on her mouth.