Lena blinked hard, trying to clear the fog of heat and adrenaline thickening her thoughts. Everything from the bridal shower to the drive home felt like one long, breathless blur. She remembered the music, Ronan’s protective presence, Silas’s mouth on hers, the way her body had melted into their touches and now…
Now she was sitting in the back seat of their car, heart pounding, breath shaky, trying to piece together how she’d gone from panicking about a family gathering to making out with a man who kissed like he wanted to swallow her whole.
Maybe two men.
Oh God.
Ronan opened her door before she’d even reached for the handle. “Easy,” he murmured.
Her legs wobbled when she stepped out, and his arm immediately wrapped around her waist, steady and warm and impossibly safe. She leaned in
