FORBIDDEN DESIRES
She ran her fingers across the cool, smooth edge of the black marble.
Her chest lifted. Her chin came up.
Something hot and quiet settled into her bones — not a thought, just a feeling, like she had been walking toward this room her whole life without knowing it.
The joining door clicked open, and Roman stepped through, closing the panel behind him with a quiet, firm thud.
He had already discarded his suit jacket, his white shirtsleeves rolled up to his thick forearms, revealing the powerful wrists that had claimed her over the weekend.
He leaned against the edge of the doorframe, his dark, slate-gray eyes tracking her every move with a fierce, hard intensity.