Never Say Never, Part Two (Second Chance Romance, Book 2)
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She didn’t utter a word of complaint, only sighing an almost silent relief when they pulled into her drive.
He grinned at her. “Scared?”
“A little,” she admitted with a nervous laugh. Danger wasn’t her middle name and never would be again.
“Sorry. I’ve just gotten used to tootling around Manhattan without much regard for anyone else on the road. A car like this is proof of power. Ready to go in?”
A broad half-flight of stairs led up to a converted brownstone. Jonathan glanced around with appreciation, waiting while she unlocked the hand-carved and finished front door. “Nice neighborhood, and very nicely rehabbed. Expensive area, though.”
“Having a roommate helps pay the bills,” she responded. He wasn’t being nosy on purpose; maybe she was just a little sensitive. She led him into the bright-lit foyer, the wooden floors polished to perfection. Chloe paused and indicated to another door to the left. “This is mine.”
“And this,” said Jonathan, on an indrawn breath, “is mine.” He pulled her into a close embrace, bent his head, and took possession of her.
Ambushed!
She didn’t have time to protest. For one dizzying, weakened moment, she merely submitted. Then the warmth and passion of his kiss undermined her reservation. She kissed him back, pressing against him, heat and electricity dancing through her. It had been so long. Too long. That stretch of time was eons spent in a dry, hopeless desert, lost. She’s just found an oasis and boy was the water sweet.
She lifted her arms, and slung them around his neck, her fingers entwined in his hair. She was alive. She sighed, drawing the breath from her toes to the top of her head. This was what it was meant to feel like.
That sigh was all the permission Jonathan needed. He broke free, snatched a breath and swept down for another kiss. He snugged his hand against her breast, pressing the silk against the lace of her bra. Oh god. She held back the moan by biting her lip.
The apartment door flew open with a jerk and a rasp. They nearly lost their balance and toppled inside.
“What have we here?”
Jonathan straightened, sucked in a lungful of oxygen, and set his suit jacket to rights. Chloe licked her lips and pulled a face – was he angry?
“Good evening. You must be Camille.” Jonathan stuck out a hand.
“I am. And you are—?” Camille smirked.
He introduced himself, smoothly, just as he’d been with her at dinner. He turned and tweaked Chloe’s chin. “Thanks for having dinner with me. I’ll see you at the office tomorrow.” Then he disappeared. Camille back pedaled a few steps with a knowing look.
Chloe slipped inside her apartment and closed the door. The interruption was a disappointment and a relief.
She’d nearly forgotten the supposed reason for their date: Jonathan wanted to discuss an upcoming special project. What was it?
“Who was that, roomie?” Camille twinkled nearby, “And do I need to get you a towel?”
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