NOAH
The world outside the four walls of Cassian's office had ceased to exist. There was no XUM, no legal disputes, no looming shadow of my brother, and no city traffic.
There was only the cool, polished mahogany of the desk beneath me and the staggering, heat-drenched reality of Cassian Wolfe between my knees.
The kiss hadn't stopped; it had only evolved, growing deeper, more rhythmic, and far more dangerous.
My fingers were white-knuckled, buried in the expensive silk of his shirt, pulling him in as if I could physically drag him into my own skin.
Cassian was a solid, grounding weight, his presence absolute. One of his hands had migrated from my jaw to my hip, his thumb hooking into the waistband of my trousers with a possessive, deliberate pressure that made my breath hitch.
I wasn't thinking. For the first time in my entire life, the frantic, buzzing hive of my brain was silent.
