She’d been going for playful, but his expression was serious. “I’m getting you ready to sleep.” He dragged his gaze to her eyes. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before.” He eased her shirt down and off her shoulders, then unbuttoned her pants.

She had mixed feelings about his response and the businesslike way he undressed her. On the one hand, she’d wanted to avoid any more intimate contact with the dangerous Thomas Monahan. On the other hand, now that he was here with his hands on her and the scent of him teasing her…

“You’re such a gentleman,” she murmured.

He sent her pants sliding down her legs and glanced at her face. “Trust me when I say I really don’t want to be a gentleman right now. Where are your pajamas?”

She reached around and undid her bra. The bit of fabric fell to the floor between them. “I don’t own any.”

A muscle in his jaw twitched.

Grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, she went up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. He slanted his mouth over hers and parted her lips, spearing his tongue into her mouth hungrily. He tasted like peppermint tea and lemon.

Thomas wrapped his hands around her waist and slid them up her bare back. One hand pressed her against him, the other found her nape and controlled the movements of her head while he kissed her.

When they finally pulled apart, she breathed heavily. “I think I just decided I don’t want you to be a gentleman.”

“Isabelle,” he murmured, “you’re a confusing woman.” Then he pushed her backward onto the bed and came down on top of her.

This was wrong, so very wrong, but damned if she cared right now.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

FOURTEEN

SHE CURLED HER LEGS AROUND HIS WAIST, FEELING the ridge of his hard cock rub against her tender flesh. The scent of him—part cologne, all man—teased her senses, and the brush of his hair over her skin raised goose bumps along her flesh. She loved the weight and heat of him on top of her; lying flush up against Thomas Monahan was fast becoming one of her favorite places to be.

“Being confusing is part of my charm,” she sighed as she slid her hands between them and impatiently undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt. “Keeps a man on his toes.”

Thomas only grunted in response and slid his palm down her outer thigh and under her to cup her bottom and grind himself gently against her. They both groaned. Isabelle’s clit plumped with need, becoming sensitive and yearning to be stroked.

Lady, she had to get his clothes off a lot faster than this.