The moment their eyes met, it was like a bolt of lightning igniting a wildfire.
Grace couldn't remember who moved first. It just happened. Their bodies gravitated toward each other in a feverish embrace.
John's hands found the hem of her nightgown, pushing it up inch by inch.
A jolt of panic cut through Grace's haze of desire. She caught his wrist, voice breathless yet firm. "Wait, wait a moment—"
John's lips brushed against her collarbone. His voice was rough, thick with longing. "It's been a month. I can't hold back…" His heated breath fanned against her skin as he murmured, "How about we go to your place?"
Grace shook her head. "There's a budget hotel nearby. We can take the elevator. It's quick."
Neither of them hesitated.
