Nolan's hands gripped Miranda's waist firmly as he set her down, stepping back only to secure the lock on the door before lifting her into his arms again. She clutched his shoulders while he carried her across the room with deliberate steps, pressing her back against the cool glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Behind her, the city sparkled in the sunlight, but her focus remained entirely on how his body trapped hers, his commanding presence overwhelming her senses. The knowledge that the windows were reflective—ensuring their privacy from outside eyes—only heightened the electricity between them. They could do anything here. No one would see.
His fingers traced up her thighs with slow intention, igniting every nerve ending along their path. There was nothing gentle about his touch—Nolan's need was too intense—but that raw honesty was what drew her to him. He never pretended. He simply took what he wanted, and tonight, she was his singular desire.
