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“Areyou?”
Biting my lower lip, I turn back to the fireplace. “He consults with me on certain purchases. I know more about canvas art than he does.”
“Look at me,” he says softly. When I don’t, he brings my face to him with a finger beneath my chin. “I just want to know you. No judgment.” Firelight bounces off his irises, reflecting in shards of golds and reds. “I want to know things that can’t be found by a background check.”
A familiar warmth permeates my soul and radiates throughout my body.
“Do you mind if I stay here for a night or two? I want to give Dad time to cool down. Maybe you could come with me and talk to him. Show him you’re not a criminal.”
Reaching for me, he cups my cheek. “You can stay however long you want. I want you here.”
I press myself to his chest, laying my head on his shoulder, and breath in relief at the sound of honesty in his words. He wants me here. “Thank you.”
His arms wrap around me, lifting me onto his lap and engulfing me in his protective embrace. “Are you sleepy?”
“Yes. But I don’t think I can sleep yet. I’m still too tense.”
“I can fix that.”
Pulling away, I peer up at him suspiciously. “How?”
“A swim.”
“I don’t have a bathing suit.”
“You won’t need one.” His lips pull into a grin so devious, there’s no mistaking what he wants me to wear.
Nothing.
“Your pool is on the rooftop, for crying out loud. Everyone will be able to see,” I argue halfheartedly. “We could get—” He presses a kiss to the crook of my neck, making me forget what I was about to say.
“We’ll leave the lights off,” he murmurs close to my ear. “If they can still manage to see, they deserve a good show. Don’t you agree?”
Whether or not I agree doesn’t matter. Because when he trails his lips up to my mouth and kisses me thoroughly, his tongue exploring every inch, and his hand slides under my shirt to caress my nipple over my bra, I cry out in agreement.
“Not here,” he whispers when I begin to pant and claw at his shirt.
“Just a quickie,” I beg, trying to hold him down when he moves me off him.
He chuckles, the deep vibrations coming from his chest seeming to travel straight through me. “Patience, Emily. Your reward will be greater if you wait.”
“What are you doing?” I squint into the darkened interior of his bedroom, listening as he fumbles around in a drawer.
“Getting towels.”
A few minutes later, he returns with two navy blue pool towels. One in his hand, the other hung low around his naked waist.
My mouth drops open at the sight he makes. Damn. Noah Russo is sexy as hell in his usual business attire, but out of it… There are no words to properly describe him. Sexy doesn’t do him justice. Even hot is too mild.
Perhaps beast is better fitting. Yes, I like that. A beast has arms like that, thickly muscled and strong enough to tear a man to shreds. Or maybe devil, because only the devil could make me crave sin this way. Crave that expanse of tan skin on my tongue.
“Take your clothes off,” he says, his voice low and rough.
I stand and tug my shirt over my head. Unclasping my bra, I let it slip off my shoulders and drop it along with my shorts and panties.
Noah comes to me. “Lift your arms.”
When I do so, he wraps the other towel around my chest. Then, taking my hand, he tugs me toward the door that leads to the rooftop deck.
