“To do what?”
“Talk.”
“Just talk?”
Nicolas’s eyes gleamed at their little role-play as he closed the distance, each step forcing Emily backward until the chill of the wall pressed against her spine.
His arm shot out, palm resting beside her head, and the other followed quickly, trapping her between his body and the surface. He bent his neck so that his eyes were directly in front of her, and Emily was hit with all that exquisite masculinity.
The same tension from earlier came back in full force.
As if a veil was uncovered from his eyes, those dark orbsrevealed a scorching fire that almost knocked her off balance.
With his gaze flickering down to her lips, he dipped his head. “You know what? Why talk to him when I can do this to you instead?”
And then he gave her a toe-curling kiss.
Emily matched his pace, every move heated until the struggle became more about who refused to bend first.
Her stomach clenched at the sheer pleasure as he didn’t hold back, hands roaming through her hair. He tugged at it while biting down on her bottom lip and releasing it with a pop.
Running his hands down the length of her arms until they stopped onto her hips, Nicolas took in her flushed state.
“You’re such a temptation. Though there’s probably a camera somewhere here capturing all of this, you make me reckless enough not to care. I want to kiss you again, touch you…” he trailed off, getting sidetracked by her swollen lips.
She couldn’t help glowing. His words, his tone, the way his gaze fell upon her. They all made her fall so much deeper in love with him.
She guessed he saw it in her expression because he groaned as if he was in pain.
“Don’t look at me like that if you’re not prepared to be fucked inside this elevator.”
“What if I am?”
A hiss of an inhale left him.
The ping of the elevator door came right after.
“Let’s get the hell out of here before I take you against these walls and give the damn tabloids something else to write about.”
She gasped as he took her by the hand and led her down the hallway.
Finding their door, Nicolas inserted the key card and then removed it, opening the suite. Emily hadn’t the time to admire the place. Only the basics caught her eyes; that it was large, the interiors had black and white floors, oak furniture, and a world-class view of the Eiffel Tower.
Stepping forward to admire it closely, she felt a hand tug at her body, causing it to slam into something hard.
Thathardthingwas Nicolas.
His fingers came up and caressed the side of her face. “You’re a dream come true,” he sighed, making her face flush hot.
She studied him, taking in every line and plane of his face. “So are you.”
He lifted a brow at her but said nothing as his index finger caressed the skin at the junction of her neck. “Turn around, Emily.”
Her eyes almost closed due to a surge of arousal at his tone. It was authoritative. Her response was automatic, facing the view of the Eiffel Tower. The room was lit with nothing other than the light shining from the entrance and the stars outside.
Everything intensified when all his five fingers spread across her exposed cleavage. Her body trembled as he started drawing patterns.
Her weakness for him came with a, “Please.”
