“Where are we going?” I asked as he led me out of the banquet hall.
But he didn’t answer me, just guided me down a hall, then another, before he opened a door and ushered me inside.
“How did you know this existed?” I asked, looking around the small space with its comfortable-looking couches and chairs. Some sort of private lounge that I didn’t know about.
“I was looking over the plans before we came, just in case I needed an exit strategy.”
“In case of uncomfortable social interactions?” I asked, frowning.
“In case of an attack,” he clarified as he lowered down onto one of the couches.
When his hand reached out, I figured he was just inviting me to sit too, to get off of my aching feet.
Then my hand was in his, and he was yanking hard, pulling me off my feet, and sending me crashing down.
Right onto his lap.
One look in his eyes after I’d landed told me everything I needed to know.
He wanted me right where he had me.
And we were done pretending that we didn’t want each other…
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Miranda
I was somehow aware of nothing—and everything—all at once.
The classical music gently carrying through the building. The way my heart was thumping against my ribcage. My breathing that went faster and more shallow as my chest seemed to get tighter and tighter with each passing second.
The strong legs under my thighs and ass.
The big hand still in mine.
The way his dark eyes were heavy-lidded and heated as I finally forced my gaze to find and hold his.
“All I could think of all night,” he said, his hand releasing mine so his fingers could glide up my arm instead, “was this. Getting you alone. Getting you to really look at me.”
“I’ve been looking at you,” I insisted.
“Not like this,” he said as his fingertips teased the crook of my elbow, making an unexpected shiver course through me. “Yeah, like that,” he said, voice going a bit deeper as I felt myself relaxing deeper into him even as his hand teased across my belly then up, his forearm brushing my breast as he continued his path upward.
Over my arm.
My shoulder.
Up the column of my neck.
His thumb traced my jaw from my ear to my chin.
Then up.
Sliding across my lower lip.
They parted like an invitation.
One he was all too pleased to receive.