Sweet Cinderella (A Christmas Novella) (The Klaus Brothers Book 4) Read Online Free PDF Page A

couldn’t hold back the sigh of pleasure from his simple touch.
    Gregor’s nostrils flared and he bent his head toward her. She could tell from the expression on his face he was done talking.
    “Hannah, I want to kiss you.”
    Could this really be happening? Gregor Klaus wanted to kiss
her
? Boring old Hannah?
    “I know I’m rushing things. Tell me if you don’t want this. Tell me—”
    “I want this.” Her voice trembled, and she waited for the touch of his lips. If this was her one night of pleasure, she wanted his kiss.
    Gregor’s eyes grew hooded.
    The kiss was heaven.
Pure. Ecstasy
. His lips were soft and insistent. The brush of his beard was the sexiest thing she’d ever felt. She moaned quietly as his mouth explored her. Gently, slowly.
    “So.
Sweet
.”
    She was vaguely aware of his ragged voice as his tongue danced over her lips.
    She cupped his strong jaw and stroked his silky beard.
    Gregor tilted her head and deepened their kiss. His hands brushed her cheekbones and he followed his fingers with kisses. All over her face. On her mouth. On her neck.
    He trailed his lips trailed along her bare shoulders. She could hear his tortured breathing. “You are beyond delicious. I knew you would be. From the first second I saw you across the room. So soft and sweet and innocent. You taste like gingerbread, Hannah. I’m addicted already.”
    She pulled his face to hers and kissed him again. “You taste like brandy and holiday magic.”
    “I do? Are you sure? Not frosty and cold? I feel like an iceman most of the time.”
    “No. You taste like fire to me.”
    His expression became instantly fierce. “Take my fire, Hannah. All of it.”

    She looked like an angel. He had no business seducing an angel. He ruthlessly pushed that thought aside.
    Her kisses were bliss. Sweet, like her.
    They clung to each other in the empty hallway, surrounded by dim candlelight and echoes of distant revelry. Over and over again he devoured her . . . lips and bare skin, even over her closed eyelids and the tip of her nose. He caressed every silky bit of her gown, trying to reach the heat underneath.
    She saw the goodness in everything . . . even Manhattan during the most cutthroat commercial season of the year. She was genuinely filled with kindness and compassion. She helped a stranger—the old woman—without a second thought.
    And he was ice cold. Some would say soulless.
    He should just walk away.
    He should.
    He slid his arms around her waist and tightened his grip.
    Mine.
    “Klaus? Is that you? I can’t believe Johnson Toys went out of business last week. Right before Christmas. Insane.”
    Gregor heard the voice behind him and could barely contain his anger and frustration. Hannah jumped and pulled away from him.
    He turned slowly. “Brenton. Not in the mood to talk shop right now.” His voice was razor-sharp.
    Brenton raised a brow. “Uh, sorry. I didn’t realize you were . . . um . . . busy.” He shot Gregor an embarrassed smile when he spied Hannah hiding behind him.
    Gregor tried to get rid of his colleague while keeping an eye on Hannah. She had taken a step back and was rubbing her swollen lips. He ached to pull her back into his arms.
    “I heard Raussen had massive layoffs. Any idea what happened there?” Brenton was either being deliberately obtuse or was a complete idiot.
    Hannah took the phone out of her purse and scanned the messages. She looked worried.
    “No idea, Brenton.”
    She stuffed the phone back into her bag and sent Gregor an anguished look. She shook her head and began to walk away.
    Gregor snatched her arm. “What are you doing?” His voice lashed like a whip.
    “I have to go.”
    “
No
.”
    “Hey, Klaus, are you going to introduce me to your friend?”
    When Gregor saw the lascivious look on Brenton’s face, he wanted to smash it to pieces. He wanted to hide Hannah from the bastard’s prying eyes.
    “I have to go home.
Now
. Andi has already left. She just texted me.