“This view is amazing, Jay.”
“I know.” He joined her, admiring the long line of her back and curves of her ass way more than he should as he did so. She’d kicked off her killer heels, and they lay beside where she stood.
“You can see so much from up here. If I lived in this suite, I’d stand right here for hours.”
“You get used to it.”
He stood beside her, studying the scenery below them.
From this height, Central Park didn’t feel like a park so much as a living canvas dropped into the middle of Manhattan. The trees had long canopies that stretch for miles.
“In the fall, this view would be spectacular,” she said.
Jay wasn’t good with descriptive words. He dealt in facts and had failed dismally at creative writing in school. Clearly, Blue hadn’t.
“Look at those paths. They wind like ribbons in and out of the trees. You can see the occasional flash of silver from the ponds catching the light between branches.”
Jay studied the park as she spoke, seeing it for the first time through someone else’s eyes. It had always just been there, large and busy, but Blue’s description was making him see it differently.
Jay watched the tiny figures move below—runners, dog walkers, and tourists. They looked like ants from here. Beyond the trees, the city surrounded the park, tall buildings lining its edges.
“It’s a magical view, Jay,” she whispered.
“I don’t really take the time to study it.”
She turned her body to look up at him. Blue was tall, but he was taller.
“You’ve got a lot of secrets, haven’t you, Jay? Want to share, seeing as I’ve told you some of mine?”
They stared at each other for long seconds, and he felt the air change between them. He should step back. Should take her down the stairs and put her in a cab.
“Jay,” she whispered. “Why do I suddenly want to kiss you?”
Chapter 3
“Hell if I know, but I feel the same.”
Somewhere between drink three and four, Blue had suddenly become hyperaware of Jay Haddon. Hot sexy guy in a suit.
One of his hands, big and warm, went to her cheek, cupping it. The heat slid through her.
“Blue,” he whispered, lowering his head.
“Jay,” she added, linking their names like the kids in school used to.
Then his lips were on hers, and she forgot to breathe.
The kiss was soft yet demanding, which made no sense. He explored her mouth with his, and Blue let him. Right there, with Central Park and thousands of people below, she was being kissed by Jay Haddon.
“I’m sure this is wrong,” he whispered against her lips when they came up for air.
She leaned in and pressed her mouth to his once more, eager for more of this man, when before today, she’d never considered him anything but a kid she’d grown up with.
One of his hands went to the edge of her waistcoat, just above the waistband of her trousers, and slid underneath. Just a few fingers, but Blue shuddered at the sensation of his skin on hers.
When was the last time someone made her feel like this? She couldn’t remember.
“I want you way more than I should about now, Blue Jay McAllister.” He spoke the words into her neck, moving his lips to kiss her.
