rrow, slick with rain and filth, a single flickering neon tube painting everything in bruised pink. Nov

kward. Her spine met the rough wall, and his chest crushed hers, driving the air from her lung

drum against her fingertips. He didn't move. His thighs pinned hers, and through the layers of fabric

houlder. His lips brushed her bare skin, unintentionally, and she shi

her nails into his bicep, and hauled him forward. His weight

ry into the backseat, climbed in after him, and barked, "Nearest luxury hotel.

gh. He groaned, fingers tearing at his tie, popping buttons. She caught his wrists-and he entwined his fingers with hers, hard, as if

s. The lobby blazed with crystal and gold; he buried his face in her neck, his mouth open agains

his black card. Panic replaced disdain. A g

heekbones, and then his mouth was on hers-scotch, mint, and raw hunger. She gasped into him, and he swallowed it. The gri

them shut. She dropped her purse. He lifted her-effortless, possessive-and carried her to t

st heaving, his abdomen taut. For an instant, Chandler's mocking face flashed: Did you really t

hands were everywhere-pushing up her uniform, dragging it over her head, his palms searing her ribs, her st

a claim. His hips ground against hers, the friction electric, and she felt him-hard and demanding through

with one hand, his other hand sliding down her stomach, lower, finding the heat of her. She gasped, bucking, but he

and he pushed in-slow at first, then with one brutal, unyielding thrust that stole her breath. S

gle word, so unexpected, crack

s. The headboard thumped the wall. She clung to his shoulders, her cries swallowed by his mouth. He shifted angle, and stars erupted behind her eyes. She came aga

m snaked around her waist, pulling her against his chest. His heart thundered agains