She looks up at me with those shiny eyes—deep, dark brown eyes I could lose myself in.
Fuck it.
I pull her flush to me and cup her face in my hands. Her skin is so warm against my palms, and her cheeks move under my touch as she smiles.
The world stands still.
There’s just the sound of blood rushing in my ears and the breath I struggle to move in and out of my lungs.
Her hands make their way around my waist, and up my back, pressing me closer before she cranes up. I dip to meet her, brushing my lips against hers.
She pushes up on her toes and presses her lips against mine. They’re soft, warm, and absolutely perfect.
It’s a tender kiss. Careful and questioning and it hits me right in the chest.
She pulls back just enough to meet my gaze. As if to checkit’s real. Still close enough that I can feel her breath on my chin, and the warmth of her arms around me.
I smile, meeting her tentative look with what I hope is some assurance that I’m not like Damian.
This is special. I want her. She is worth every risk in the book.
My heart still beating into my ears, the world still quiet—her face in my hands is all that exists right now. This isherface, and I’m going to kiss it a lot more.
I brush my thumbs over both dimples, and flash her a grin.
“Hi, Alice.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
hi, robin
REY
“Hi,” I whisper. “Robin … Mark.”
This incredible face is the one I was kissing in the dark. These arms were the ones I was clutching on to as I dry-humped him at The Orion. The heat rushes to my cheeks. I’m so embarrassed just thinking about it, although, feeling the same pooling of heat between my legs, I’m amazed there’s any blood left for basic organ functions.
“Rey,” he says, his voice so gentle it makes my heart flutter. Okay, good to know that works too.
“I like my real name on your lips,” I whisper, and study that luscious mouth. Now that I know, I wonder how I didn’t notice it earlier. It just didn’t even occur to me Robin could be Mark Becker.
“Jesus Christ,” I say louder than I intended, but the rain hammering on the foyer windows drowns out my voice.
“Yeah.” He chuckles, a hint of uncertainty flashes across his expression. He doesn’t regret kissing me, does he?
“What happens next?”
“It’s raining. I’ll have my driver take you home,” he says. Ilook up at the windows; at the dusk made much darker than normal by the heavy clouds.
“Oh.” That’s not what I expected him to say.
“Let me get rid of my family, and I’ll see you soon.”
“Wha—”
A voice comes from further down the office, his mum or a sister, calling out for Mark.
“I need to talk to you tonight.”
