“Sure, we’ll…talk about the case. Why don’t you comeupstairs with me so I can get my files?”
We both know that’s not what we’re going to end up doingupstairs, but that’s why I came here. Because I have thought of nothing otherthan his mouth, his body, and the way I feel when he’s inside of me.
“All right.”
I never stood a chance. He took the shot, and I’m down forthe count.
His apartment is nothing like I imagined. It’s a littleretro, a little modern, and filled with records. I walk over to the desk areathat has hundreds of them. “I didn’t know you were so big on music.”
“My father was in love with jazz. Logan and I would sit athis feet while he would play his records for hours. I’m partial to the sound ofvinyl. There’s something pure and comforting about it.”
“May I?” I ask, pointing to the crate.
“Of course.”
I thumb through, admiring the collection that varies somuch. There is jazz, which I expected, but also country, hip hop, and rock.Then, towards the back there is one that makes me laugh. “Spice Girls?”
Cayden chuckles. “My brother is an ass.”
“He’s a fan?”
“Probably and this is his way to irritate me. Logan’s thingis finding a record store when he’s on the road. He’ll pick up something hethinks I would like.”
I like that they have that. I keep looking and then I feelhim behind me. His breath on my neck, but that’s it. I try to focus on thesleeves, looking at the various artists, but I can’t concentrate.
Not when all I want is to feel his hands on my body.
This is stupid. I know it. I shouldn’t have come here and Idefinitely shouldn’t have accepted his invitation, but I wanted him too much towalk away.
“Pull that one out,” his voice is rough and low against myear.
I shiver as I feel just the slightest brush of his lips downmy neck. “This one?” I ask because I honestly have no idea what one I was evenlooking at.
His hands reach from behind me, taking the record he wanted,his heat cocooning me as his chest is against my back.
This is just like my office all over again. The energy is changingand I can feel his erection as he moves even closer.
“This record is one of my favorites.” My eyes close when hisother hand wraps around my stomach, holding me in place. “I love the beat ofthe song, the way thebasshits in varying speeds.I’ve always wanted to listen to it with you.”
“Why?” I manage to get the single word out.
“Because I want to watch your face as I fuck you to it.”
There’s a protest inside of me, somewhere, that wants totell him this is the last time. That we don’t even like each other. That havingsex with my nemesis is the stupidest thing I can do and I don’t want it.
But when his teeth nip my ear, I really don’t give a shitabout any of those reasons.
He takes my arm, placing it up around his neck. “Since theother day, I have thought of you nonstop. I swear, when I saw you downstairs, Ithought I was imagining it. But here you are, and now I’m trying to decide whatto do with you.”
His hand cups my breast, and I rest my head on his chest.How does this man make me feel so good?
I groan when his touch falls away and he steps back. “Whathappened?” I ask, turning to him.
“Why did you come to my apartment?”
My stomach drops. “For the case,” I repeat.
“I don’t think so. Tell me why you’re here.”
