Cross My Hart (The Notorious Harts 1)

‘Huh?’ I couldn’t have told you, for a million dollars, what the time is.

‘We’ve destroyed the bed,’ he says, grinning, so my tummy squeezes because his smile is both sexy and devilishly handsome, sweet and...addictive. The words run through my veins like ice.

‘Huh?’

He laughs, dropping a finger to my nose, tracing its length before dropping it to my lips and running it over the tip. ‘Is this the same woman who threw P & L spreadsheets at me all day?’

My brain is still sluggish. With effort, I bring myself fully to the moment and realise he’s right—this bed is saturated. It’s not going to dry out in a couple of hours. ‘Whoops.’

‘Whoops.’ He runs his finger lower, over my chin, swirling it around the divot there, then tracing it over my throat, pressing his fingers to my racing pulse point.

‘Have you eaten?’

‘Since half an hour ago?’

He shrugs. ‘Room service...’

‘No. I came straight back to my room and had a cold shower,’ I quip.

‘How’d that work out for you?’

I shake my head. ‘It didn’t.’

‘I’m glad I got here when I did then.’

‘A minute later and you would have missed out on the party altogether.’

His laugh is throaty. ‘Heaven forbid.’

He pulls up from the bed, standing for a minute, just staring at me like he’s committing me to his memory.

‘I just wanted to pick you up and fuck you on that conference table today, you know.’

‘Funny, I was having the same fantasy,’ I say honestly.

‘I wonder what Orion Karakedes would have said...’

‘I’m not sure he would have cared, so long as it didn’t affect your interest in the property.’

He laughs. ‘Damn it. Now I’m kicking myself for not acting on the impulse.’

‘You couldn’t,’ I say, wide-eyed, scrambling to my knees, on the edge of the bed, pulling him towards me, his body still damp from the shower, naked for my touch and inspection. I flick one of his nipples with my tongue and feel his ragged inhalation beneath my mouth.

‘Oh?’

‘Daytime.’

‘That’s right. We’re sexual vampires.’

I smile against his hair-roughened chest, moving to the other nipple, biting it gently.

‘Uh-huh. Per the terms of our agreement.’

‘But it’s night-time now.’ His voice is gruff.

‘Yep.’

‘So you’re mine. Right?’