She smiled softly, a bit sadly, and reached out, the move slow enough to give him time to reject herby withdrawing, but he left his hand resting on the seat between them. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”
When she laid her hand over his, he experienced that same jolt of awareness that had hit him when they’d initially shaken hands. The sensation was stronger this time and held a level of intimacy he didn’t believe had been earned. His instinct was to pull away. But he let her hand stay, resting atop his. What she said next proved to be his undoing. And once again he hadn’t been prepared.
“There’s so much more to life than making money, Isaac.”
“Prove it.”
She tugged on his hand at the same time she leaned toward him. Isaac went where she directed, not ceding control, but, rather, allowing his curiosity to be sated.
His rational mind shut down the moment their mouths met over the center seat.
Heat roared through him, a deafening rush of sound and sensation that consumed his senses and rendered him deaf to all but the small sigh loosedby the woman in his arms. She was a study of contradictions—pliant but firm, leading him even as she followed his lead, curious yet certain, innocent but tempting, angelic yet sinful.
Isaac fumbled around in the dark until he found the button that hailed the driver. David’s voice came through the sound system. “Sir?”
“Take the long route to the Marina.”
“Yes, sir.”
Then Isaac turned his full attention on the woman at his side, his mouth finding hers as if they’d done this a hundred times before.
Rachel made a small, hungry sound, and Isaac swallowed it down like a starving man given his first real food in weeks, months,years. He fed from her mouth, sipping until he couldn’t contain himself. Then, for the first time he could remember, he loosened the hold he had on his control.
And desire took over.
Their hands were still joined, but he ran his free palm up the outside of her bare leg, under the edge of her dress until he reached her hip. An inch, maybe two, higher, and he found a scrap of lace that constituted her underwear.
The lace was no match for the strength of his hunger, and the fabric was gone, torn away between heartbeats.
She whimpered, a pleading, needy sound made as she suckled his lower lip. He must not have responded fast enough because she gave it a quick and demanding nip.
His cock swelled harder and faster, tenting his trousers and givingherfree hand a destination.
She gripped his length through the linen and wool, and moaned without reserve.
“God, Rachel,” he said into her mouth. “More. Tell me you want more.” And she would have to tell him clearly. He wouldn’t lose all control, wouldn’t let a sexual haze take over and confuse what she wanted with what she consented to.
“More,” she whispered, tracing her tongue down the line of his jaw.
He ran his hands through her hair and forced himself to pull away, to focus on her and wait until she focused on him. “How much more? Spell it out. I won’t have misunderstandings here. Where is the line we don’t cross?”
“If I say stop—”
“We stop,” he interrupted before she could finish.
“That’s the only line.”
Isaac closed the distance between their mouths without another comment or thought, and let his carnal cravings take over. The back of his brain roared with victory even as his conscious mind warned him to proceed with caution. But caution took time, calculated thinking, reserve.
None of these were available to him just now.
He pushed up her dress to her waist as she parked her knees on each side of his hips and straddled his lap.
Still gripping his cock through his pants, she pulled his member toward her and rode the ridge with abandon, rubbing the broad head where she most needed stimulation.
He reached between them to unbutton his pants and pull down his zipper. The move set free his raging erection in one efficient move.
“Sweet, bleeding hell,” he said on a groan as the heat of her sex skated over the most sensitive parts of him.