DORIS
Arthur hauled me against him. He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and plastered myself against him.
"I need you in our bed," Arthur growled. "Right now."
He carried me. I was too busy enjoying the feel of his body against mine— a sensation I wasn't sure I'd ever feel again— to pay attention to the elevator ride.
I was too busy kissing Arthur’s neck to focus on him unlocking the penthouse, carrying me over the threshold, and kicking the door shut with his foot.
Arthur kissed me like I'd been gone for months, not just a day.
Arthur spun us, and my back slammed up against the drywall in the entry hall with a force that made me wonder if we left a dent.
Arthur pinned me against the wall with his hips. He pulled up my shirt and stared li
