Hannah My hands trembled as I gripped the sleek leather of Drake’s jacket, the low rumble of the motorcycle’s engine vibrating up through the soles of my boots. Up close like this, straddling the seat behind him, the machine seemed even more intimidating. And precarious. “You settled in back t
Noah Noah strode out of the conference room, his face set in a stern mask as he tugged at the cuffs of his suit jacket. The meeting with the foreign diplomats had been grueling, every little movement having to be as calculated and precise as the last. Just another day in the life of the Alpha, h
Hannah I found myself in a dark room—my room. No; my bathroom. I couldn’t see it, but I could recognize the smell, the feeling of the cool marble tiles under my hips, the hot steam rising into the air. Somewhere, the shower was running. But it didn’t matter. I was dying. “I gave you another chan
“It’s... actually not a bad idea,” he finally said. I blinked, caught off guard. “What?” “The picnic thing.” His broad shoulders lifted in an indifferent shrug. “Could be a good way to get people engaged and interested ahead of time, yeah.” Relief washed over me, quickly followed by surprise—a
Hannah By the time I stepped out onto the manicured grounds behind the main house, the festivities were already in full swing. Lively music filled the air, a folk band playing on a small stage erected near the gardens. The scents of roasting meats and fresh-baked pastries wafted through the crisp
A dull, familiar ache blossomed inside of me at the idle thought, an old emptiness that I had grown accustomed to pushing away rising up in the wake of Noah’s proximity. I quickly averted my gaze, my cheeks flushing slightly as I fought to regain my composure. Clearing my throat again, I gently ex
Hannah Noah towered over me, the hard muscles of his chest and abdomen pressing into my body so hard I could barely breathe. The cool marble of the sink behind me felt like ice against my lower back, my fingers curling instinctively around the edge. But still, I stared up at Noah defiantly, refu
He knew. He knew exactly where to touch, which seemingly innocuous spots made my knees go weak and a needy ache bloom between my thighs. As if to prove it, Noah’s hand drifted lower, his fingertips now grazing across the top of my breasts. “I know all the spots that make you tick,” he murmured a