Both hearts started to pound wildly, each knowing exactly what they craved at this moment.
Gasping, he released her lips and, pressing his side against her neck, Adam Walker leaned forward, squeezing her against the bar as his hands tugged at her sweater.
With one swipe, he pushed down both her sweater and shoulder straps.
The cashmere sweater twisted out of shape hang loosely on her body, and his own shirt was pulled into disarray.
Both panting, they locked eyes for a moment, then Adam Walker lifted his hand to fix her hair before scooping her up from the floor, heading upstairs.
Along the way, he couldn't resist kissing her again and again.
The staircase journey was one of stops and starts until finally, the two made it to the bedroom.
Adam Walker's tie had long since been loosened and lost, his shirt buttons were undone, and as for the duchess, her clothes were scarcely covering her.
