CHRISTIAN
One minute we're at the party we got invited to. The next, my mouth was on hers, her body was against mine, and we were stumbling into the elevator in a tangle of pent-up longing and heightened adrenaline.
Thank God we were in the area where I had just recently bought a penthouse, the drive home would have been long and I needed her. Now. And the penthouse had a private lift because there was no chance in hell we could make it up the stairs without injuring ourselves.
Not when my blood was on fire and Penelope was grasping my hair with a desperation that cut into my soul.
We somehow made it to the bedroom in one piece. I kicked the door shut behind us and our clothes fell to the floor with little care.
Dress. Shoes. Shirt. Underwear.
They left a rumpled trail behind us a
