Page 32 of One Last Time?
When I pushed the door open and saw her, my poor heart gave in.
My heart gave in and gave up the will to do anything when I saw the forbidden woman I couldn’t have again standing over by her window looking like she’d just stepped out of an erotic fantasy.
Her beauty was enough to make my brain turn to soup. She was the kind of woman who didn’t need to make an effort, but when she did, any poor bastard—aka me—who was trying to resist her would be a goner.
Bad enough that her gorgeous mass of hair was down today and she’d made her eyes look more alluring with smoky-eye makeup, but then there was what she wore.
I’d forgotten the clothes.
The effect her clothes had had on me.
I’d completely forgotten the one weapon she’d used against me this whole time of knowing her. Completely forgotten that as her pretty face had scowled and looked at me with distaste, dismay, and complete displeasure, her body had always said differently.
Her clothes. The damn sexy dresses. I’d forgotten all about them.
What she wore today had to have been placed on that fine body of hers on purpose, knowing I’d be looking at her exactly the way I was now. Like I was sixteen instead of thirty-two and she was the first and only woman I’d ever seen in my life.
Today, Taylor Cartwright wore a sheer black camisole top that hugged her tiny frame. It was a mingle of lace and satin with a deep V-line to accentuate her cleavage.
Complimenting the top was a cream leather mini that showed off her long golden, sun-kissed legs. Legs I’d had wrapped around me earlier as I pounded into her.
Complimenting everything were the black strappy fuck-me heels. I would have told her to keep those on last night if she’d worn them.
“Good morning.” She smiled.
“What?” I knew that wasn’t the right thing to say, but that was what came out of my mouth.
She bit back a smile and pressed against the wall the way she did last night just before I’d kissed her.
“You left earlier,” she stated.
“I… thought I should.”
“You didn’t need to.” Those eyes held me in place, and my chest tightened.
“No?” God… everything I said felt like it was encouragement to lure me further down the path to destruction.
“No, but I get it.”
I walked in and closed the door. It occurred to me that she could have been upset that I left, and I didn’t want her to be upset. I didn’t want her to think last night was just some … fling, even though it kind of was. But I had more respect for her than that and didn’t want to be some asshole who just used her for sex.
“Taylor, I had fun last night, and I…” I stared at her as she moved away from the wall, and the vision of her walking toward me made my mouth water.
“What?” She stopped a breath away, and the sweet scent of her filled me.
Strawberries and raw honey. That was what she smelled like. Sweet and sexy blended into one.
“I wanted to talk about the campaign presentation for next week.” That was my attempt to bring us back to business.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” That was the quickest she’d ever agreed with me.
She nodded her pretty little head and gave me a smile that sent my pulse racing. A smile and that knowing look in her eyes. It was the kind of look a predator had when it had its prey just where it wanted it.
She knew she had me. This woman here, sweet as she was, knew what she was doing. Knew what she was doing to me.
Taylor knew she had me. The knowledge shone in those eyes of hers along with the spark of what she planned to do about it. She’d had that same look last night. It was there every time I tried to leave. We didn’t have to speak. All she would do was look at me, and I’d get drawn right back into the temptation of her that I couldn’t resist.
