The Thorndyke Trilogy 2: Dancing at Midnight Read Online Free PDF Page A

apple shampoo. She even located lotion to smooth over her skin afterward. Her every need was catered for.
    She could have stayed in in the bath all night, but she wanted to try the bed and see if it was as comfortable as it looked. Bed called to her, along with the promise of warmth.
    In a much better frame of mind than when she got in, she climbed out and toweled herself down, using the hairdryer to roughly blow her hair dry without attempting a style.
    She’d left the fluffy robe in the bedroom. Since the outer door was closed and she’d turned the key in the lock, strolling into the bedroom naked seemed an okay thing to do.
    That is, until a blast of cold air hit her, and she turned around to see her the door to the balcony wide open and a man standing just inside them.
    It took her a moment to recognize him because she wasn’t looking at his face. Shame on her, her gaze first landed on his cock. It was erect, the head shiny. Why was he…?
    Her brain wasn’t exactly working at warp speed. Her gaze drifted up, past those devastating grooves on the insides of his hips to a taut stomach decorated by a line of dark hair, to the powerful chest, wide shoulders, and finally his face. Then back to a small mark on his thigh. A tattoo?
    Nathan was definitely smiling now, but his eyes held more emotion. Heavy-lidded heat burned in their depths. With a muttered, “Fuck!” he strode forward and took her into his arms.
    When her breasts collided with his chest, she gasped and her nipples tightened into instant points. He brought his mouth down on hers and thrust his tongue into her mouth in one move.
    Desire swamped her in the instant it took her to open wider to take him in. He tasted of heated spice and something different, something she couldn’t remember ever tasting before, but it was exciting. Her pussy dampened, so she tried to rub her thighs together to ease some of the tingling awareness he’d instigated.
    He released her mouth but kept his arms clamped around her. “I know the arguments. We shouldn’t, we hardly know each other, we’ll never meet again, we barely tolerate each other.” He moved, rubbing his chest against her nipples. “All that and more. But I want you beyond reason. Forget reason. Say yes.”
    She hated him. He was arrogant, and he had the nerve to imagine she’d come here specifically to meet him.
    But the arguments faded when she stared into his eyes and saw her own desire reflected there. He didn’t like her either, but here they were, lust roaring through them and a big comfortable bed behind them.
    When this hiatus came to an end, she’d still be Kristen Lowe, still looking for work. Sleeping on her brother’s sofa. Unless she could persuade Stu to give up his bed for her.
    Not sleeping in a luxurious bedroom in a millionaire’s house. So why not do this? Her path would never cross Nathan’s again. Even if he was some kind of impresario, he’d hardly look at her, even if she came to him for a job, which, considering her lie, she wasn’t about to do. So she said it. “Yes.”
    “One—”
    She put her fingers over his mouth. He sucked and nibbled them with a tenderness belied by the brute strength of his body. “You’re going to say this is it, aren’t you, that what happens here is a one-time thing; it means nothing. Do you think I don’t know that? I said yes to sex. Do you have protection?”
    Gazing into her eyes, he nodded and then slowly released her damp fingers.
    She slid them across his cheek and thrust her hands into his hair. It was just long enough for her to comb her fingers through. “Then there’s nothing stopping us.”
    Before she could say any more, he swept her into his arms like some kind of caveman and walked over to the bed. She loved it. Just like before, he perched her on the edge, but unlike before, he pushed her knees apart roughly and looked his fill. Her pussy rapidly grew wetter under his avid scrutiny.
    Her senses returned a little. “What are