Diana reached out and touched his fiery skin, igniting a fire within herself as they both surrendered to the moment.
Inside the room, passion reigned.
As they teetered on the edge of losing control, John suddenly sat up, freezing their movements.
"What's wrong?" Diana asked softly.
Her lips were half-parted, her eyes filled with desire after their intimate moment.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he whispered, "I hear something outside."
He got up and straightened his shirt. "It must be room service."
Diana instantly understood his meaning.
Someone must have ordered room service, and when they opened the door, she could finally see if it was Andrew or not.
But...
How could this man get distracted while he was with her?
"I'll go check."
Diana adjusted her clothing, feeling a bit disap
