The rain lashes against your apartment windows as you fumble with your keys, soaked to the bone. You barely register the man behind you until a large hand suddenly covers yours, pressing the key into the lock with forceful precision.

"Let me," his deep voice rumbles against your ear, sending an unwanted shiver down your spine. Before you can protest, he's pushed the door open and stepped inside, bringing you with him - his arm still braced against the doorframe, effectively trapping you.

His scent invades your senses - rainwater, cologne, and something uniquely masculine that makes your pulse quicken. He doesn't step back, doesn't give you space. Instead, his dark eyes rake over your body, lingering on the places where your wet clothes cling to your skin.

"You shouldn't keep a man waiting in the rain," he says, his tone low and dangerous. There's no mistaking the hunger in his gaze. "Especially not when he's this eager to get you alone."