FORBIDDEN DESIRES
CHAPTER THREE
Nora’s breath stopped in her throat. The door she had slammed open hung wide, and there he was.
Louis sat on the edge of his bed, stark naked, his head tilted back slightly, his chest rising and falling in deliberate rhythm. His hand moved slow and purposefully over himself, and the sound of her sharp gasp broke through the quiet of the room.
For one horrifying and thrilling second, he did not stop. His eyes lifted to hers, steady and unreadable, while his hand continued its stroke as though he had known she would appear, as though he had been waiting for her.