CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

The private Elevator shut after they both slipped in. Ryan's eyes were on Claire, devouring her quietly.

"What?" Claire breathed, her chest rising and falling as she couldn't understand the caprice of her hormones.

Why was she feeling like a little prey waiting to be pounced on? Desire pooled inside her; she wanted him to grab her, kiss her, and feel all the fireworks he made her feel. She'd missed him.

And Ryan wasn’t indifferent.

There was something he couldn’t put his finger on whenever he was with her. If it was desire, then it was stronger than he’d ever felt toward a woman before.

"Oh fuck!" Ryan wasted no time as he hauled her toward the wall, gripping her throat, and his mouth was holding hers captive.

His bag was on the floor, followed by Claire's wallet.

He was impatient. He kissed her hard, demandingly, roughly, squeezing her breasts, her buttocks, yanking her dress to her waist. Claire loved it. That fire he ignited made her feel alive. She let him assault her, relishing e