Craving The Forbidden Touch

n the type to wait

ying on anyone. And yet, here she was, staring at the door Damian had just walked through,

old her what

dn't n

like he was holding back a storm inside him. And now, after he had

room and sank onto the couch,

is ex-fiancée-it wasn't her problem. She had spent too much of her life getting tangled

d y

feeling that this wasn

about her.

them. It wasn't just about the physical connection, the undeniable attract

ared the hel

-

Next

er mind replaying the way Damian had held her last nigh

d to clear

ty might help shake the thoughts swirling in her mind. The crisp morning air was a welcome dis

xpect to see

tand, bold black letters aga

& KATHERINE LANGFO

her tracks, her

Katherine at what looked like a formal dinner. She re

neath it made h

rd were seen in deep conversation during an exclusive fa

words, her grip ti

uldn't bo

to feel this...

stop the sharp

had come to her last night-because he needed comfort

and walked away from the

eeded

one person who cou

-

r Tha

idn't give herself time to hesitate. In

tartled when she walked in

," she said, her voice calm

"Mr. Sinclair is in a meeting

he door to Damian's office

prise flickering across his face before he ma

striding toward he

she interrupted,

r a moment, then gave

ng the door behind her. The tension betw

ong?" he asked, h

gh, though there was no h

ag, opening the tabloid article

glanced at it. "You shouldn'

folding her arms. "Because

gh his hair. "This is exactly why I didn'

s world. As if she didn't belong in it.

ll," she said, voice softer now, more

instant, he was closing the dista

o w

is doesn't me

ow what this is, Damian. But I'm not going to be some

ing against her jaw-gentle, but fir

ightened. "Th

tretched b

ooked uncertain, as if he did

hat hurt more

, breaking his tou

pression har

you aroun

stop her, walking out of his

-

at

staring at the city li

felt

ed. He wasn't the type of man to fall easily. He guarded his em

had been foolish to thin

e buzzed

o check the screen

am

ered ignoring it. But the

didn't tell you about Katherine because

hen why does the rest of

pau

the world thinks. I only c

eart c

uth," she whispered.

r long

hen, f

on't

ll she need

d softly, ending the call bef

st her pillows, sta

more-the fact that he cou

e had let herself be