Oh, God
If she did this, she knew what would happen. Her brain told her to say no. Her body was screaming yes.
She needed this. She needed to be desired and have wild, crazy sex with completely the wrong man.
Just once.
To be free of trying to get it right for once.
If she knew this wasn’t going to be more than just sex, she could do this. Right?
No expectations. Just sex, and that was it.
Totally.
“Yes,” she whispered, as Daniel slammed his mouth down on hers.
He took her. He stole from her. He completely owned her mouth, stealing all the oxygen from her lungs. Desire and heat unlike anything she’d felt filled every cell of her body, setting her on fire.
Daniel groaned and pulled her up against his body and she felt his desire for her against her stomach. Like him, it was big, and moisture pooled in her panties.
He crushed her to the wall as he devoured her mouth, while her hands gripped his shoulders, feeling his solid muscle. She gave over to him, feeling more feminine than she’d ever felt in her life.
This man was taking her very essence in just one damn kiss.
Then it ended, and they stood there panting, their bodies still crushed together.
“Jesus, Harper,” Daniel said, his thumb rubbing over her lip. He was frowning at her. “Tell me you’re wet right now.”
“Very.” she replied breathlessly.
“I’m going to take care of that,” he said, and guided her out of the lift.
Though she was in a daze, she noticed something odd about this floor. There were no doors. “Are you sure we are on the right floor?” Then she shook her head. Daniel owned the damn hotel. “No offense.”
“I’m sure,” he said, letting out a small laugh.
He swiped her card, and the door swung open.
Harper stepped inside and froze.
“Daniel. What did you do?”