chapter 18

We reach the top floor, our floor, in no time. The room is gorgeous, of course, and well decorated. But I barely have time to register anything before he’s throwing me against the wall, pinning me to it while his hands rake over my sides, pressing hard through the thin fabric of my dress.

“I’ve been waiting all night to tear this off of you,” he growls. I lift my arms, and he pulls the dress off in seconds, impatient. Underneath, I’ve worn matching lingerie, a set he’s never seen before, that I was saving for a special occasion. To judge by the hungry light that flares in his eyes as he cups my breasts through the lacy bra, I made the right call wearing it tonight.

He kisses me, hot with need, and then draws back to gaze into my eyes for a moment. “You are so damn sexy, Manila, do you know that?”

“You definitely make me believe it,” I murmur, my eyes raking over his body. I reach for his belt, start to undo his pants. “Let me taste you,” I whisper.

He steps back, spreading his hands t