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then turn slowly to face him. He fixes me with that devilish smirk. The yearning in his eyes hasn’t receded at all. Not even one little bit.
    “We’re here. Safe and sound,” I say.
    “I’m glad nothing bad happened on the way up.” We share a laugh at the little joke.
    “Well… Thanks for the unexpected fun, but it’s late and I should get going.”
    Isaac presses his hand into the wall next to me, trapping me between it and the cracked doorway.
    “You wouldn’t leave a nice gentleman out in the cold, would you?” he asks.  
    His voice is deep and throaty and I can sense that low growl purring from the depths of his chest as he runs his tongue along his lips. Butterflies erupt in my stomach as renewed desire crashes between my legs. He’s so sexy. And that tongue!
    But I don’t want to make even more decisions I might regret. Aren’t guys supposed to want to get as far away as possible after a drunken, hallway hookup? Why does he look like he’s ready to take me again?
    “I should really get some sleep, I’ve got a big day tomorrow.” My voice doesn’t sound nearly as assertive as I would like it to.
    He doesn’t say anything. He just runs the tip of his finger down my cheek. It’s the barest of touches, soft and sweet.
    But it’s enough.
    Enough to make me forget all of my fears. Enough to make me give in to the passion that’s intensifying inside of me. Enough to make me do whatever he wants.
    “You’ll sleep like a kitten when I’m done with you,” he says.
    I don’t know what comes over me. I know what I should say: I should make him go. But with him pressing me up against the wall like that, I know that isn’t an option.
    How long has it been since a man has made me come like that?
    How long has it been since a man has been man enough to actually take me at all?
    How long has it been since a man has made me feel this sexy?
    “How does that sound to you, my kitten?”
    He licks his lips again, sending a renewed flood between my legs. The bulge in his jeans is back, already. He moves closer, pressing it up against me.
    “It sounds like you’re going to be a lot of trouble,” I manage.
    The next thing I know he’s scooping me into his arms and carrying me into my apartment.
    When trouble rains, it pours.

Chapter 7

    I sit bolt upright in my bed, my heart racing in my chest. My alarm clock blares from the nightstand next to me. I’ve already slept through most of it.
    “Shit, I’m late!”
    I slam the alarm clock off as something moves in the bed next to me. I let out a startled yelp as I look over to see the hunky shape of Isaac Drake laying there, watching me. He’s shirtless and the muscles in his chest ripple as he folds his bulging arms behind his head. When our eyes meet he gives me that secretive smile I first saw in the bar.
    “Morning, kitten.”
    I close my eyes, groaning.
    “You’re still here,” I say. It’s an observation, not a question, but he doesn’t seem to notice.
    “You wore me out last night.” He shimmies a little, settling himself into the Egyptian cotton sheets even more. “Or should I say, this morning?” He gives me a sly wink.
    I roll my eyes and jump out of bed, making a dash for my dresser. There’s no way I’m going to be able to shower, get dressed, and still make it to the office by 9AM like Declan told me to.
    “You’ve got to go. I’m late for work.” I fix him with a serious look as I shuffle through my underwear drawer.
    “Kicking me out, already?” he says, grinning. “Who’s acting like the player now?”
    “I don’t know if you just spend your days riding around on your motorcycle, picking up girls, but some of us have careers to think about.”
    “You Americans take life too seriously.”
    I shoot a glare at him over my shoulder. He hasn’t budged. He is still lying comfortably in the exact same spot on the bed.
    My insides ache when they see his hunky, muscular frame stretched out on my absurdly comfortable and