“If you’d like to leave, I prefer to take you home myself. But if you’ll take a chance here and stay—I promise you—you won’t regret it.”
“What if I could promise you that you might?”
He let out a short laugh. “No matter what the story is here,” his eyes roamed over me then landed on mine, “I’m going to bet that I won’t.”
From what I’d read about the man, he never made bets he knew he wouldn’t win. Which made his words enough for me—at least for tonight.
The tension in my shoulders released and I pressed my lips together, moving to slip off my heels again.
“Keep them on,” he instructed.
I slipped my heel back into place and looked up at him. “Was there more to the apartment than just the view from the living room?”
“As a matter of fact, the roof is spectacular.”
My brows creased with disappointment, until he flashed a devilish grin. “Maybe I could show it to you in the morning.”
Before my judgment betrayed me again, I threw my arms around his neck, kissing him with an uncontainable thirst. Scott’s hands slipped down to my behind and he wrapped my legs around him, moving us through the apartment until we reached another large room. But he hadn’t bothered to turn the lights on.
“The master suite,” he said when I’d released his bottom lip from my teeth.
“Fascinating. Where I come from, we call it the bedroom.” I glanced up, barely seeing anything except the general vicinity of his bed. “How do you—”
He set me down and moved across the room, spreading apart a set of dark gray drapes that reached from the thirteen-foot ceiling to the floor. He then moved the next set of drapes, letting in more light into the room from the city lights surrounding the Hudson. There were two full walls covered with windows until his entire bedroom was exposed to the night.
“Magnificent.” I breathed.
SCOTT
The only thing that could have made this moment better was to have Isabel standing in the middle of my bedroom naked. I moved toward her, unbuttoning my shirt, a need pounded through me but I needed to control myself. I’d never wanted anyone the way I wanted her right now.
I placed my hand against her cheek, since her eyes had deceived me before, I needed to know she wanted this too. “What do you want, Isabel?”
Her eyes dropped to my lips. “I want you.”
It wasn’t enough. I needed to know I wasn’t imagining it. That I wasn’t pushing her into something she was still conflicted about.
But hell if I could have stopped now. I wrapped my hand tightly around her hair and tugged it to the side, exposing her neck. I trailed kisses from her earlobe down to her collarbone, making her shudder. A good sign, but still…
“You want this. Tell me you want this, Isabel.”
She raked her fingers in my hair and stroked her hips against my erection in response. Her contact immediately sent a wave of unfamiliar pleasure through me. Incomparable to any woman I’d ever been with.
“About as badly as you do.” Her desperate whisper was all I needed.
“Excellent,” I muttered against her lips before taking her mouth.
Isabel was quickly proving that she wasn’t just another woman. She was not only sexy as hell; she was passionate, kind, smart and had one hell of a wit.
This temptation would quickly become a distraction that neither of us could afford. Especially because something still felt off about the woman that felt so damn right in my arms.
Pushing aside my endless wonder of the woman I was about to take to bed, I raked my fingers through her long hair letting my hands land on her hips for a moment before pulling her silk blouse over her head, tossing it carefully to the edge of my bed, eyes still locked on hers.
At the risk of having her second guess herself again, I took a step back to search her face, but she stepped forward and pushed my loose shirt off my shoulders. Without further hesitation, I lifted her and she wrapped her legs around my waist—the heat of her pressed against me was too good to let go. Lowering her onto the bed, I pulled back to admire her body.
Her sheer bra left nothing to the imagination and my eyes lingered on her breasts. My hands fell back to her waist and she lifted slightly for me, allowing me to peel off her jeans followed by her black laced underwear. My eyes flicked to hers briefly once she was fully naked and I lowered myself over her, kissing her, letting our bodies connect and explore each other for a while until I couldn’t take another minute without tasting her.
I trailed tender kisses down her chest, her stomach, until I finally reached her mound, spreading her legs apart before pushing my tongue between her folds without warning.
