ed up at the tall building, then stro

ilia flat on the bed, panting as he stra

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g d

bell ran

e man outside-the same cold, expressionless face as

his gaze immediately locking onto the

irred lazily, mumbling

. "You missed quite the show tonight. Her got a

usted the blanket over Cecilia, his

o Nick, his voice was

on Newark?" He studied Liam for a reacti

ertaining, sure. B

my wi

ung in the

der, then grabbed his jacket fr

e room fell

of the bed, his gaze resti

ate. In sleep, she had a quiet elegance about

turned into a spitfire ready

ful. But beautiful w

h? But did that e

nd his plans, all for this...

thing warm bru

ooked

round his. And just like tha

aned closer, his

asn't rea

bo between sleep and consciousne

p voice, her gaze drif

learly. But when his scent floated into her nose

ire roaring in her bloodstr

robbed hard against her temp

whispered

brushing the damp curve of her neck. "

apped her arms around him again, pulling him back. A laz

e stiffe

tons on his shirt, tugging one

old you

rking on the next button-completely obliviou

h lifting slightly. "So, would you be doin

g way to clarity. Her vision sharpened,

Sh

ng back-until her shou

shed unbuttoning his shirt and shrugged it off. Th

pright. She was de

Her voice

eside her head. "I'm following

d her face, ti

th crushed a

ungry, relentless. His tongue swept into her mouth with a

ed, struggling to proc

pull away, to

weet, dangerously addictive. Like the

e heat in his touch, the tension in his b

nd, she

rt, then slid around his neck. Her finger

he needed. With a satisfied growl, he