Chapters (92)
- First
- Love Connection
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- Six Months Later
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- I Have Never
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- A Christmas Date
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- Note from the Author
- Sneak Peek – To the Stars and Back
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- Also by Camilla Isley
- About the Author
Richard nuzzles my neck, whispering, “Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
“Stay at my place tonight.”
Eighteen
Never Sleep With Someone On The First Date
Outside the bar, I feel dizzy. And it has nothing to do with the alcohol and everything to do with the man walking by my side.
“Want to take the short or long way home?” Richard asks. “Long one has a view.”
“Long way it is, I could use some fresh air.”
Richard takes my hand and leads the way. The simple gesture makes me ridiculously giddy, especially when his thumb brushes against my palm, making me shiver with the uncontrollable desire to feel those hands all over me.
Halfway between the Brooklyn and Manhattan bridges, we stop and lean against the railing to admire the view. Breathtaking.
A pang of jealousy stabs me in the chest. “Is this where you take all your girls?”
Oh, why did I open my stupid mouth? Blair Walker, shut up and don’t ruin the moment.
“Actually, no. I usually come here alone.”
“Do you?”
“I enjoy the view.”
“Yep.” I focus on the glittering lights reflected on the water. “Manhattan is irresistible when she’s wearing lights.”
“I know someone else who’s irresistible.” Suddenly Richard’s voice is behind me, his lips brushing my ear.
I turn to look at him and find myself imprisoned between the railing and his strong chest. The scent of his aftershave is intoxicating, and my hands move of their own accord up the crisp cotton of his shirt. After tracing his thumb around my earlobe with one hand, he moves the other under my chin and tilts my head up. Then we’re kissing again, his mouth on mine, gently parting my lips. My hands become frantic, my entire body prickling with anticipation.
I pull away and say, “I think we should go home.”
Richard leaves a trail of soft kisses down my neck. “Sorry for making us take the long road.” He grabs my hand, and we speed-walk through Brooklyn, leaving Manhattan and her lights behind.
For the entire elevator ride to his loft, we make out like a pair of teenagers: bodies wrapped together, oblivious to anything else in the world. Completely lost in each other.
When the doors ping open, we tumble out and laugh our way to Richard’s door. He gets the keys out of his pocket and lets us in.
“Welcome back,” Richard whispers.
“Why are we whispering?” I ask in an equally low voice.
“Chevron might be asleep.”
“Oh, right. Where is she?”
I tiptoe into the living room to find Chevron sprawled on the couch—belly up, legs in the air. I brace my hands on the backrest, staring at her, but soon get distracted by Richard hugging me from behind and kissing my neck. Shivers spread down my shoulders and along my spine, making my toes curl. I turn around and press my lips onto Richard’s.