The moment the heavy door clicked shut behind them, Noah pulled her into his arms, pressing his lips against hers in a possessive kiss.
Gianna didn't hesitate. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back with a fierce passion that made Noah let out a low, ragged groan. He backed her up against the wall, his hands sliding down her back, pinning her body flush against his frame.
While their lips remained locked in a heated, breathless rhythm, Gianna's fingers grew creative.
With one hand, she reached up to stroke the back of his neck, with the other… her wrist brushed the seam of the wallpaper behind the antique bookshelf close to the door. With a subtle, lightning-fast flick of her thumb, she slid a microscopic camera node from the cuff of her sleeve and pressed it seamlessly into the dark wooden trim of the bookshelf framework.
