Veronica Parker's night spirals out of control when alcohol clouds her judgment—until she collides into a stranger's chest. The scent of cool mint envelops her as she gazes up at his chiseled features: sharp cheekbones, unreadable dark eyes, a jaw sculpted from stone. He's beautiful in his coldness, untouchable in his indifference. Yet when she boldly whispers, "Sleep with me tonight?" his lips curve into a dangerous smile. His low voice wraps around her like silk. "Are you sure?" She meets his challenge with a provocative tilt of her head, her flushed cheeks and blurred gaze a silent invitation he can't refuse. In seconds, he lifts her off the ground. Her panicked gasp transforms into surrender as she clings to him, their kiss igniting something primal and unstoppable. Heat floods through her veins—desperate, consuming, ravenous. Her body aches with a hunger only he can satisfy, pulling at his shirt, losing control with each touch. "Woman," he growls, his voice rough with desire, "do you want me to take you right here?"