"Can I make love to you?"
The words hung in the air between them, devastatingly tender.
Aria's face instantly flushed a vibrant red, her heart hammering against her ribs. 'Make love?' The phrase short-circuited her brain completely. 'Is it different from sex?' It sounded infinitely more vulnerable.
"Yes," Aria whispered breathlessly, her hands sliding up to grip his broad shoulders.
Damien let out a soft exhale. He leaned in, his gaze dropping to her lips. Their lips brushed—a feather-light contact that sent a hot shiver straight down Aria's spine. She let her eyes flutter shut, parting her lips.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
The aggressive pounding on the door shattered the quiet intimacy of the suite like a gunshot.
Damien froze.
Aria's eyes snapped open, her breath catching in her throat.
Only Richard knew which room they were in. Unless they had been followed.
Before Damien moved, the pounding rhythm changed.
Tap-tap-tap. Taaap-taaap-taaap. Tap-tap-tap.
