Page 11 of The Forbidden Note

And then he moves.

A thick friction that sends me bursting into flames.

I claw at his back.

Gasp in shock.

Pull him closer.

My body snaps apart with a furious need and I understand keenly that he meant what he said in the bar.

I won’t stop until every inch of you belongs to me.

The bed creaks.

Our moans fill the room.

I’m being torn apart from the inside and put back together with his name stained into every part of me.

He keeps going, not stopping until I’m on the edge again. I lose all sense of time, of everything except his body on mine, faster, deeper, harder.

Just as the world shatters and lights explode behind my eyes, I feel him lean down and kiss me passionately. He relishes my lips, drinking from them as if he’ll never get enough.

My fingers dig into his side and I kiss him back for all I’m worth.

When he catches his breath, he braces his elbows on either side of my head and looks down at me. There’s a hint of surprise in his gaze. “It’s not…”

“Usually like that?” I laugh and slide my hands down his side.

His hair is rumpled from my fingers and he looks deliciously sexy. My heart flips again.

“You’re bad for me, tiger.”

“Why?”

“When I’m with you, I want to break all my rules.”

Our gazes lock and hold.

His phone starts ringing in the distance.

I start to get up.

He pushes me back down.

“Shouldn’t you get that?” I point out, smiling as he grabs my waist again. “It could be your friends from the bar.”

“Uh-uh.” His voice a low grumble, he flips me over. “I told you I’d make tonight count.” Mouth descending on my back, he growls, “The night’s not over yet.”

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My eyes burst open in alarm—crap! The sun is way too high in the sky.

I spring upright, hissing when I see the time on my phone.

Shoot. Shoot. Shoot.

I search frantically for my clothes and glance back at the slumbering stranger who made me scream in about five different languages.

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