Alex's hands tightened on Vivienne's waist, gripping her like a doll.
In one fluid motion, he lifted her completely off the ground.
"Ahh!" Vivienne's moan was sharp and desperate, her feet kicking uselessly in the air.
The effortless strength... the way he carried her weight like she was nothing... sent a fresh wave of arousal through her trembling body.
But it was where he was taking her that made her breath catch.
Toward the window.
The massive floor-to-ceiling glass that overlooked the dark terrace.
The gap in the curtains she hadn't dared look at directly all night.
Vivienne's pulse kicked hard. Five steps. Four. Her eyes drifted to that sliver of darkness beyond the velvet — and stayed there.
'She's right there.'
The thought should have frozen her. Should have made her twist away, cover herself, beg him to stop.
Instead, her skin flushed hotter.
Alex set Vivienne down directly against the glass.
