Page 8 of The Forbidden Note

My body sways forward. I curl my fingers over his shoulder—to steady myself. To keep him close.

“Is there a but?”

“There shouldn’t be.”

“But…”

“But,” he breathes in, eyes closed, and it feels like he’s inhaling me, “I’ll make you the exception.”

“The exception. That’s a nice line. Very original.”

He smiles again. Impossibly long lashes splay over tan cheeks.

I notice that I’m moving my hands over his defined shoulder muscles. It’s a bold move. I’m not a bold woman, and yet I don’t stop.

“My flight leaves tomorrow morning,” I whisper.

He looks up with those smoldering blue eyes. “Then we better make tonight count.”

CHAPTERTHREE

GREY

His fingers are warm and rough against mine as he pulls me through the lobby, parting the crowd with his long-legged stride and dark charisma.

My limbs are all liquid.

Every inch of me is pounding with frantic heat.

This isn’t me.

And yet, here I am, diving headfirst into the thrill of a passionate night with a stranger.

We stop in front of the elevator and he punches the button too many times. How high is his suite?

The thought disintegrates when he pulls me into the elevator. The doors barely close before he’s on me, hands around my waist and pushing me against the wall.

Sea-blue eyes swirling with gold flecks, his lips a breath away from mine. Calloused hands slide into the back of my hair, gripping my curls. His other hand sinks under my skirt.

I whimper, already feeling the throbbing build of satisfaction when his hands sweep my inner thigh. It’s been so long since I’ve burned. Since I’ve moaned. Since I’ve thrummed with pleasure. The parts of me that long to be teased, sucked and licked are crying out in need.

“You have no right to look that gorgeous wearing a freaking animal,” he growls, fingers skating over my quivering flesh.

“Will you finally admit it’s cheetah?”

“Will you finally give me a name?”

“No names.” I suck in a breath.

“Let me guess. You’re a spy out to steal my heart?”

I chuckle.

He brings his finger to my lips and traces my mouth. A breath skitters out as he teases the inner lining. “You have a beautiful smile.”

“You have beautiful eyes,” I whisper. “But I bet you’ve heard that before.”

“Not from someone who says it like you do.”

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