The doorman nodded to Damien as he tugged her gently but firmly alongside him. He definitely seemed eager to get to his room. Abbey smiled to herself. Good. It was ten o'clock, and Lucy would be ready with the camera.
Damien fumbled the key in the keyhole. Taking a deep breath, he suddenly turned and kissed her roughly. His breathing came in ragged gasps.
"Abbey," he said, looking at her. His eyes were dark and hooded. His hand flew around her waist and he pulled her to him. She could feel the bulge in his pants and she deliberately rubbed herself against it as he kissed him full on the lips. He kissed her back, urgently, before drawing himself away.
"I apologize in advance," he whispered hoarsely.
"Apologize? What for—?"
Damien had had the door open and was tugging her through after him, roughly. Suddenly she knew. And liked it. Wanted it.
