Exposure - Kelly Moran Page 0,73

the motions, building her back up. Drawing out, driving deep. Manipulating her body to his will, until another orgasm ripped through her with no warning. Lungs seizing and muscles contracting, she screamed in bliss as he slammed into her.

He pumped hard twice more and threw his head back as he held her to him. With hot jets, he came, his body poised stiff over hers. Releasing her wrists, he collapsed onto her chest, palms pressed to the desk on either side of her head.

His hot breath panted against her neck. "You let me bind you." He lifted his head to look down at her. Awe and something she couldn't pin down shone in his blue eyes. "You let me bind you the whole time. Not once did you panic."

She hadn't thought about it. So ensconced in pleasure, she hadn't had time for fear. The only thing in her head was how he touched her and tasted her and took her like an animal. She'd loved it.

The truth hit her hard. He'd been right when he'd said she didn't completely trust herself. But an ingrained part of her trusted him to take her there.

He cupped her cheeks, face twisted as if he wanted to say more, but was forcing it back. After a moment, he dropped his forehead to hers. "Come on, baby. Let's get you home."

Chapter Eighteen

"To another successful show." Nicole clinked her champagne flute to Raven's. "We sold out."

Raven grinned and scanned the thinning crowd. Another thirty minutes and they could call it a wrap. "She's very talented. I knew her work would sell."

Her gaze scanned the far wall where twenty exquisite pieces hung in symmetry. Their artist, Gloria, had an eye for unique architecture, but her show on native Inuits was spectacular. The only hitch tonight had been when a tourist had mistakenly called them Eskimos--a derogatory insult in these parts. The poor man hadn't known better, and Nicole had diverted a scene by whisking the guy off to the food table and flirting until the artist had stopped seething.

"I assume, by the way Noah's stripping you naked with his eyes, that we're not going out for drinks?" Nicole tilted her head.

Guilt slammed into her. This was three shows now where she'd bailed on Nicole. "I'm sorry. Can you blame me?" She regrettably tore her gaze away from where Noah was talking to a small group.

Nicole sighed. "No, I can't blame you. He's so lickable." She took a healthy sip of champagne. "I need a man."

"You've had many lovers, as recently as two nights ago, if memory of our conversation serves." Nicole wasn't easy by any means, but she enjoyed the opposite sex.

"None of them look at me like that." Nicole pursed her lips, pointing to where Noah was still watching from across the room. "And the sex is boring. I mean, forget Fifty Shades. I'd take twenty-five shades. In any color. Doesn't have to be grey."

Raven laughed. "How about next Friday? Just me and you, wherever you want to go. We'll see if we can find you someone a little naughty. That's your problem. You pick nice guys."

"Sure. Why not?"

Raven made her way across the room, attempting not to draw attention, and plastered a smile on her face. Her steps faltered. Something wasn't right. Intuition stopped her dead. Not sure what was wrong, she glanced around trying to find the trigger for her unease.

Her eyes trained on a thin red laser beam of light shining in from the window, stopping on her chest. Like one of those toys for cats to chase.

Noah screamed her name.

Heart pounding, she turned toward him, confused.

Noah yelled for Max, his body poised to run. He lifted his arm, as if in a plea to stop, as two of his guards moved in on him. Fighting them, he tried to shove them aside, arms flailing. "Nooo." His voice bounced off the walls.

Shielding him, his guards dragged him to the floor.

Wait. Shielding him? From what?

Oh God. What was happening? The breath caught in her throat. Terror froze her in place, her limbs useless blocks of ice.

Glass broke. Chaos ensued.

Guests screamed and ran. The front door flew open. Two men with guns raised entered the foyer. A crack echoed, booming through the room, rupturing her eardrums.

The air punched from her lungs as someone launched into her side. They hit the floor hard, her facedown and a man covering her. A sharp pain seared her hip from impact. His muscles were tense, hard against her back.