Page 61 of A Little Bit Dangerous
He laughed. “If I take your virtue, it’s gone forever.”
“No, promise me things won’t be awkward between us.” She placed her hand on his chest, though touching him intensified the inner ache. “Promise me our friendship will survive.”
“Of course our friendship will survive. I’m a man, not a child.”
Oh, there was no denying his potent masculinity.
It was there in the deep timbre of his voice, in his seductive smile. His clothes hid a body of steel. She felt it now, had felt it the moment his erection had slipped through her tight fingers.
“I’d like to see the man,” she said, finding the courage to be bold. “I’d like to see what you look like naked, without these fine clothes.”
He hissed a breath and seemed suddenly fixated on her lips. “From you, words are a potent aphrodisiac. Perhaps you’d like to strip me, Isabella. I’ll try not to come when you do.”
Her pulse rose more than a notch.
“I was told you’re a master of restraint, Mr Chance.”
“Not around you, Miss Lawton.”
Aware time was of the essence, she glanced at the shop window. “Mr Gibbs will be pleased. He may only have a ten-minute wait.”
His gaze turned dark and predatory. “I can entertain us both for a damn sight longer than an hour. Come. Let me take you to bed.”
Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined seeing Christian Chance again, let alone engaging in flirtatious banter or holding his hand as they mounted the stairs to make love.
He led her past the door to the first-floor bedchamber, heading towards the flight of steps to the attic.
“Wait.” She tugged his hand, pulling him back to the room she’d used while staying with Mrs Maloney. “The bed here is comfortable.” And it was where they’d shared their first kiss. Not that she had ever been sentimental.
Christian hesitated. He looked at the door as if it were the gateway to hell. “When I’m in that room, I have to fight to banish the bad memories.”
“All the more reason to make new ones.”
He kissed her tenderly on the forehead. “Please, Isabella. I want nothing to spoil this moment.”
Neither did she. “I understand. The attic it is.”
He remained rooted to the spot, then sighed and muttered a curse. “The desire to make you happy leaves me questioning my own logic.”
“Then why don’t we let fate decide?”
“Do you want me to flip a coin?”
“No. I want you to kiss me.”
Fearing Mr Gibbs might lose the will to live and fetch Aaron Chance, Isabella fell into Christian’s arms.
They kissed. Slowly. Deeply.
Every muscle relaxed as she bathed in the wonder of their beautiful connection. But, as was always the way with them, the simmering hunger boiled over into an explosion of unbridled passion.
Soon, his hands were on her buttocks, his tongue thrusting against hers in a primal dance. She tugged his hair, moaned into his mouth and stroked the ever-growing bulge in his trousers.
“You’re so hard,” she breathed against his lips.
“I need out of my damn clothes,” he growled, practically tearing his coat off his back. “I should have told Gibbs we’d be two hours.” He was panting, staring at her mouth. “I need you naked. I need you naked now.”
Before she’d finished unbuttoning her pelisse, he was pushing the garment off her shoulders. His arm snaked around her back, drawing her closer. He was so ravenous he bent his head and sucked her breast through layers of fabric.
