A shuddering breath left her lungs.For a moment, she was back in bed with him, kissing him and riding him hard.
Nonplussed, she picked a pillow off the floor and put it back on the bed.She wasn’t inexperienced, but she’d never felt fireworks like that in bed before.Fireworks hadn’t even been on her mind.
With Cam, though, he’d lit her up from the inside.
She stroked the soft fabric of his shirt, and her belly trembled.Would it be like that every time?If there was a next time…
She raked her hand through her hair, and his shirt pulled high on her legs.The man had her so twisted up.
She couldn’t hide in here forever, and the longer she took to face him, the more difficult it would be.When she approached the door, though, she opened it carefully.
The living room was emptier than the bedroom.Crossing the threshold, she wandered around with curiosity.The light coming from the wall of windows made her squint, and she moved towards the middle of the room.The penthouse was even higher up than Underhill’s offices, but it wasn’t the height that got to her as much as those floor-to-ceiling windows.Whenever she looked at them, she could imagine just stepping out and falling, falling, falling.
She turned away from the view.Cam’s tie was draped over the back of a chair, and her dress was half on the coffee table, half on the floor.Her bra was… Where was her bra?She peeked under the couch, but found only one of her shoes.Her purse was on the foyer floor, but nothing else belonged to her.
Or to him, for that matter.
She surveyed the apartment as if seeing it for the first time.It was impeccably furnished.Every detail had been chosen and arranged—but by an interior designer, not Cam.There was nothing in this room that was him.Nothing personal.No pictures or mementos.Her gaze lit on the paperweight on the mantle.He had no connection to these belongings whatsoever.
Then again, she didn’t know what would be personal to him.She knew very little about the man.
But she was beginning to get curious.
“Cam?”The hollow room seemed to swallow the sound.
He wouldn’t have left her alone, would he?
Fingers toying with the hem of his shirt, she decided to find him.She didn’t want to snoop, but she didn’t want to be alone.She wanted to be with him.
Padding across the carpet, she climbed out of the sunken living room and ventured along another hallway.It was wide and long.She passed a kitchen, gourmet from what she could tell.Another bedroom came next, followed by a bathroom.
She was beginning to think she was really alone when she spotted a room at the end of the hall.Her footsteps slowed when she noticed the door was half-open.To keep her out?Or to listen for her?
She felt self-conscious about barging in, yet she didn’t want to turn back.Catching the doorjamb, she looked inside and felt her belly tumble.
She’d found him.
Oh how she’d found him.
There was nothing remarkable about the sight, really.He was working.She’d seen him do that before, many times.It was the only way she’d ever envisioned him until recently.But this time was different.
Bare-chested and barefooted, he was sitting on a sofa with papers spread everywhere.Charts were taped on the walls and easels, pads and Post-it notes surrounded him.His feet were propped on the coffee table next to a laptop as he talked to someone on the phone.
He was so sexy sitting there, she shivered.
How many times had she sat beside him in meetings?How many times had she seen that intent look on his face as he’d studied something?Yet how many times had she dreamed about the body that had been hidden underneath all those tailored suits?
She doubted she’d think of anything else from now on.
The hatchet man was hot.
And she wanted him.Badly.
Cam heard a sound in the doorway and glanced up.What he saw made the phone nearly slip out of his hand.
Lexie had woken up.She looked soft and tumbled, fresh from sleep and sex.
And she was dressed in his shirt.
