“No. It’s just that Iamalways right.”
“Mmm-hmm. Keep believing that. It’s bound to keep your bed warm.”
“Tonight, I have you.”
“Tonight.” The affirmation was unexpected. Worse? It stung.
She knew she had no reason to expect more. Hell, she’d been the one to initiate this one-night stand. Not once had she thought beyond the moment, she’d been so intent on reclaiming her life with Mr. RightNow. Isaac fit that bill.
There was no denying he was well outside the type of man she had traditionally looked for, dated and, yes, even married. They were from such different worlds. His “dinghy” bedroom was larger than the one in her apartment. His annual club membership was likely more than her annual salary. She had only just scored approval to hire a paralegal, whereas Isaac had two executive assistants...and a privatepersonalassistant. But they did have raw, undisputable chemistry.
That was all a one-night stand required.
Leaning down, he brushed his lips over hers. “Where did you go, Rachel?”
“Mental walkabout.”
“Come back to me.”
Her chest tightened, and she couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to hear him say those words with meaning. Purpose. Desire. Not that he didn’t want her, but if he trulywantedher.
Sinking back to rest her butt on her heels, she let one hand wander down the buttons on his shirt. “I assume you have a tailor?”
His brow furrowed. “I do.”
Gripping the front tails of his shirt, one in each hand, she pulled. The first button popped off, pinging across the built-in dresser’s marble top.
“Objections?” she asked, her voice low. Sultry.
“None.”
That was what she’d wanted to hear. With a single swift yank, his shirt buttons pinged around the room. The shirt hung open and left his chest exposed, his skin still bearing the last vestiges of a summer tan. Mission accomplished. The temptation to take him in in visual gulps almost overwhelmed her. Forcing herself to slow down was almost more than she could stand. But this moment and this man were meant to be savored.
So she did.
His pecs were much more defined than she had expected and so firm she could have bounced a quarter off the top of each muscle. The planes of his abdomen were sculpted but not egregiously so. He clearly worked out, took care of himself, but he wasn’t muscle-bound.
With his belt loose and his pants hanging low on his hips, his obliques created funnels to the ultimate final destination. But Rachel still wanted to look and luxuriate in his sheer maleness. To appreciate him for the way he’d not only taken care of but had also sculpted his body. If it was a shrine, she planned on worshipping there with fervor all night.
Tracing her hands lower, reveling in every peak and valley, she reached his waistband and paused before curling her fingers over the edge. Her fingertips brushed the tip of his erection and came away damp with arousal.
He sucked in a breath. “Enough play.”
“Never.” She worked his zipper free and let go, watching his pants pool around his ankles. His cock strained at the boxer briefs he wore, the head breaching the elastic waistband.
Impulse drove her to lean in and quickly trace her tongue over the exposed crown.
Isaac’s hips jerked forward as his hands flexed open and closed, seeking something to hold on to.
She kneeled before him on the bed. “Honest question.”
He gripped his shirt front and pulled down until the fabric strained over his shoulders. “You want totalk?Now?”
“Yeah. I do.”
“I’ll trade you conversation for losing the dress.”
She reached for the zipper at her back and paused. “Answer my first question and I’ll drop the zipper.”