Page 10 of The Forbidden Note

There’s no formality.

No shyness.

Just a driving force that demands I touch him everywhere and anywhere and all at once.

Inside the dark room, we claw at each other. Our bodies collide like rolling thunder. The pure chaos of reaching hands, discarded clothes, low moans and the heat of his mouth on my chest.

I wrestle him out of his T-shirt just so I can run my hands down his shoulders, arms and back. He teases me with his tongue and I groan, barely able to see clearly as he walks me backwards and tips me on the bed.

He climbs over me.

Limbs trembling, I run my hands over his shoulders and then press them into the small of his back, driving us together. His weight crushes me into the mattress.

Black hair falling over his forehead and screaming blue eyes wild with hunger, he growls, “You are so freaking tempting.”

“So are you.” I wrap an arm around his neck, rocking our hips together.

I have no idea who this sultry, seductive Grey is, but I like her.

His lips curl up in a wicked smile. Eyes locked on mine, he drops a kiss on my throat. Then lower, on my stomach.

Grabbing both my legs, he drags me to the edge of the bed and kneels in front of me. In mere seconds, he has me writhing, squirming, screaming in a way I never have before.

His mouth and fingers are greedy for as much as he can get, devouring me until my voice goes hoarse and I devolve into breathless pants.

I’m begging for more by the time he works his way back up my body, but he doesn’t rush. Instead, he slides his hands over me, tracing every line, every curve, every scar and making me feel like a priceless work of art.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing my shoulders, behind my neck, the back of my legs. “So, so beautiful.”

I reach for him, desperate to be put out of my misery.

He stops to grab protection and then he’s back on me.

His invasion is sharp.

Swift.

A painful twinge rips my stomach.

I wonder if I signed myself up for more than I could handle.

It’s too much.

And yet not enough.

“You okay?”

I exhale. Nod.

“Just breathe.” He sets his forehead on mine, eyes on me and watching for every muscle twitch in my face. “I got you, tiger.”

It truly sounds like he cares.

My heart flips over.

A strange sensation fills me. A softening of my heart. Like a thread of solid gold slithering through a pitch-black night.

For a moment, everything is still. Suspended in time. A perfect rhapsody of sensations and smells. The slick heat of our skin. The ridges of his muscular chest. The way our bodies connect, heat sinking into heat.