Right now, she meant to have him.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she said, placing the murmur against his mouth as she reached for the buttons on his shirt with one hand and the buckle on his belt with the other.
He stilled both of her hands in a move so fast, her pulse clattered. “I meant what I said. I want you, but I’m not rushing this.”
“But—”
“No.” Walker softened the harshness of his insistence with a brush of his lips. “Look, I’m not trying to make this into something it’s not. We’re attracted to each other and we’re looking to blow off some steam. You don’t date and you don’t do relationships. I get it. But I’m still not rushing. Now come here.”
Under any other circumstances, she’d rather be skinned alive than bossed around, especially in bed. But something about Kellan’s tone told her he hadn’t asked to be domineering, and his shockingly gentle touch as he twined his fingers through hers backed up the sentiment.“There, see?” he said, guiding her through the darkness of what had to be the foyer and pulling her farther into his apartment. “Not so bad.”
“Not so bad,” she agreed. “Is this the way to your bedroom?”
“Nope.” A few more steps with nothing to lead them but the ambient light filtering in through the two floor-to-ceiling windows on the far side of the room, and damn, how could he see so well in the dark?
Impatient, Isabella tried again. “Funny, I didn’t take you for a sex in the kitchen kind of guy.”
“As a matter of fact, I have very sturdy countertops. But that’s not where we’re going.”
“Kellan—”
“Relax.” He came to a stop in front of the pair of windows. “This is where I wanted to take you.”
“We’re in your living room.” Although the apartment was still as dark as when they’d entered, the twinkling lights from the city below allowed her to make out the silhouette of the basics—a couch, a flat screen TV, and a pair of bookshelves shrouded in the shadows behind them.
“Mmm hmm.” Walker tugged her closer, making her heart race. Lowering his mouth over hers, he coaxed her lips open, and she nearly got lost in the magnetic power of his kiss.
Nearly. “Do you really want to do this in front of your windows?” Isabella asked, something odd jangling in the very bottom of her stomach.
“Don’t tell me you’re secretly harboring a shy streak.” His dark brows raised just enough to make her laugh, and she tipped her head toward the thick panes of glass.
“Hardly. But there are no curtains at all. Anyone could see in.”
There was a pretty big difference in not being shy and not wanting some pervy passerby to snap cell phone photos of her in a compromising position. She might be on her own time, but she was still a cop.
Still, Kellan seemed undaunted. “Anyone who? We’re standing in the dark, four stories up, and there’s no building directly across the street. I have extensive tactical training as a sniper. Vantage points are my thing, and I’m here to tell you, no one could see us right now, even if they wanted to. We can do whatever we want in front of the whole damned city, and no one would see a thing.”
“Oh.” A dark thrill surprised her by rippling the length of her spine. “I guess you’re right.”
“Mmm,” Kellan said, sending her surprise into a double as he swung her body to face the glass, then stepped in to press his chest to her back. “You don’t like to let people see you, do you?”
Isabella’s heart knocked a warning against her ribs. But the adrenaline still left in her system coupled with the fact that even he couldn’t see her face right now, and they both made her admit the truth. “No.”
“You have the perfect cover up here. You can do anything—feel everything—and no one will see you. No one will know.”
Kellan dropped his mouth to her neck at the same time she melted against him, his hard chest and even harder erection flush against the back of her body. Squeezing her thighs together did nothing to ease her throbbing clit, and she thrust back against the ridge of his cock to try and quell the ache.
His breath hitched at her ear, but only for a second before he circled an arm around her hips to stay her movements. “Nice try, but we’re still going slow. You smell tropical, like coconuts. Has anyone ever told you?”
A shock of laughter startled her. “No. It’s my body lotion.”
“It’s all of you,” Kellan countered. “And you suck in your breath every time I kiss you right”—he paused, grazing his mouth over the juncture where her neck met her shoulder—“here. It’s very sexy.”