As Rowan's mouth moved against hers, the world outside the heavy oak doors of the study completely vanished. There was only the heat of Rowan's hands gripping her waist, pulling her flush against his hard chest, and the intoxicating, dizzying taste of him.
Delaney's fingers tangled in the blonde, messy hair at the nape of his neck. She pulled him closer, her breath catching in her throat as the kiss deepened. He tasted of rich wine and unspoken promises. Every logical thought in her mind melted away, replaced by a wild, pulsing need. Rowan groaned softly, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated against her lips, and moved one hand up to cup the back of her head, anchoring her to him.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The sound was sharp, loud, and entirely unforgiving.
It struck the heavy wooden door of the study like a physical blow. The noise echoed in the quiet room, shattering the perfect, heated bubble they had just created.
