She knew it was the only place they’d have privacy for what she had in mind. She hungered to complete what they’d started so many years ago. Forever. For that was how long she felt she’d known Marc Gampia. Once she reached the landing, she headed straight for her room. She wanted familiar things around her, a reassurance that when she stepped over this edge, she’d have a safe place to fall. Once inside her room, he closed the door behind him and locked it. The finality of that action, that she was alone with a man in a locked room, had once frightened her. Now she couldn’t wait. She wanted him closer, her desire burning hot and low in her belly. She was damp and ached between her legs, her nipples already tight. Oh yes. Desire was right. So sweet. “Is this all right?” he asked, barely stepping away from the door. He held up one hand. “I don’t want to frighten you.” She smiled. “I am not afraid.” He returned her smile, and just as quickly his expression turned serious and intent.
