“I was just imagining what I want to do in this elevator, and it struck me as a little funny that I would be so daring in what amounts to a public place.”
“You had your hand on my cock in the pub,” he reminded her.
Heat burned across her cheeks. “So I did.”
“That was about as public as you can get.”
“Maybe, but I still contend that that little exhibition wouldn’t hold a candle to me having your cock in my mouth if the elevator were to stop and the doors open to an old couple who hadn’t expected a pornographic peep show until the doors closed.”
“Or they passed out.”
“Or she gave me pointers.”
“You don’t need pointers. Trust me.” The smile in his voice was clear, and unexpected laughter rumbled through his chest.
Shehad been responsible for that.Shemade him smile.Shemade him laugh.Shemade him relax. Onlyshehad managed to bring out this side of him. She was sure of it. The few times he’d let himself smile or laugh, the action had seemed to catch him off guard.
“I have no idea what else you’re imagining doing in this death trap, but I’d be interested in a play-by-play.”
To her dismay, the elevator chimed as it stopped. “Seems we’ll have to save the verbal rundown for another time. We’re here.”
“Or the old couple’s on the other side of the door.”
She glanced at the floor number displayed. “I doubt it.”
He leaned back to see her face. “Promise you’ll tell me later.”
“Why don’t I just show you now?”
His eyes darkened, pupils growing wide with his elevated arousal. “More than a fair compromise.”
With a fistful of his shirt, she backed away and pulled him with her, letting him guide her—a little pressure to the left. A little to the right. Before she knew it, he was squeezing her hips and backing her into the door.
He let go of one hip and slipped the key card into the door. The electronic latch buzzed then clicked, and the door swung open. With a deft move, he spun her around, held her close until the door latched, then backed her into it again.
She arched an eyebrow even as she hooked a leg around his upper thigh, pressing her sex against his rock-hard erection.
Isaac stared at her, so serious, his eyes dark with passion.
She let him look until she couldn’t stand the tension anymore. Running her hands through his hair, she pulled his head down to her as she rose to meet him, claiming his mouth in an open declaration of intent. She would have him here. Now. The way she wanted. He need only agree.
And he did.
Lips fused, they explored each other, teeth nipping, tongues dancing, until his breath was hers and her breath was his. This wasn’t a seduction but a culmination, the place they’d been headed all day through flirtatious words and teasing touches. There was nowhere else they could’ve ended up but here, in each other’s arms.
Rachel fumbled with the hem of his shirt, pulling it free before waging war with the buttons. Frustration peaked fast, and she tugged, sending buttons flying.
“I’m going to have to send you my tailor’s bill,” he said against her mouth.
“I’ll give you my address.”
“Later.”
Isaac rolled his shoulders and shed the shirt, leaving his chest bare for her to explore.
Eyes closed, Rachel feasted on the tactile experience, letting her fingers run across the ridges and planes of his chest and abdomen, the sculpted perfection of his six-pack and up again across his pectoral muscles. He was perfection. Everything she wanted. Everything she craved.
Isaac responded in kind, pulling her sweater and then her shirt over her head, leaving her clad in only her bra, jeans and boots.