Breathe for Me(2)

Thankfully he didn’t appear to notice her growing embarrassment as he jogged down flight after flight of stairs with easy, sure feet. Strong and fit and fast.

“I hate being last out of the building,” he said, not breathless at all as they hit the third floor. “You’re gonna ruin my record.”

“Then put me down,” she said coldly. “I can walk the rest myself.”

“I don’t mind shredding my reputation for you.” He laughed. “What were you doing at the pool?”

She so didn’t want to go there.

“I’m guessing you don’t sleep in a swimsuit,” he prompted after another half flight of stairs.

Regular Sherlock, wasn’t he? “So you sleep in jeans and tee?”

“I sleep in nothing. I just yanked these on.”

Was there nothing on beneath the jeans? She tensed up more, fisting her fingers behind his neck so she could no longer feel his bare warmth beneath her fingertips. But it was too late—another hot flare unfurled in her belly. “Maybe my swimsuit was the first thing that came to hand.”

“You were in that much of a hurry and then decided to dawdle down the stairs?” He shook his head. “Sorry sweetheart. You were at the pool. After hours.”

The hint of censure lifted her hackles.

“You’ve never broken a few rules?” she asked.

She felt the slightest pause in his fast, steady pace down the stairs. Her words hung on the thickened air between them. She’d not meant it to come out so sultry. But it was his fault for telling her he slept naked.

“No,” he eventually said, amusement flecking his answer. “I never break the rules. I’m a good guy, remember?”

“Superman?”

“You got it.” The chuckle reverberated in his chest. “And you’re not such a great rule breaker.”

“No?”

“If you’re going to break the rules and swim at midnight, you should go the whole way and be without a suit. Midnight swims are always best naked.”

Oh no. She tried to quell the shiver as another image of nudity came to her head. But he must have felt her because his grip fractionally tightened.

“Furthermore,” he added. “Midnight swims aren’t supposed to be taken alone.”

She didn’t answer that. Still too busy deleting the naked images from her mind.

“What if you got in trouble?” he added.

Like a bucket of iced water had been dumped on her, her heat was doused. “Bit boring, aren’t you?” she snapped. “Mr Goody-goody with your ‘must-abide-all-law’ attitude.”

He halted and looked right in her eyes. “I’ll admit I’m good, but I’m definitely not boring.”

“Really?” Truly she didn’t intend for her question to have such a goading taunt in it. But with her breathlessness, it came out as pure sexual challenge.

“You asking me to prove it?” he said softly.

Heat burned through her body. They were on the ground floor already. Safe from any smoke or fire. Except she was about to combust on the spot.

“You can put me down now.” She clipped out the words.

He gave no answer, just strode through the atrium and out the front door. Ugh, last out, everyone looking. She wanted to shrivel behind the nearest rock. But there were no convenient rocks in Manhattan. Nowhere to hide her inappropriate amounts of milk-white skin.

Belatedly, brusquely she added, “Thank you.”

He still didn’t answer, just looked at her. Smiling.

The man wasn’t just good looking. He was intense. He hoisted her higher in his arms, tighter. She really had too much skin on show. Her swimsuit was no flimsy bikini, but it was still cut high in the thigh, the bust cut a little low. She was more breathless than she’d been when stuck on the landing of the seventeenth storey stairwell. “Please put me down,” she asked again.

“I don’t think so,” he said idly, walking to the side of the crowds that had gathered.

“No?” Oh man, so breathy. Could her pulse settle, please?

“You’ve nothing on your feet. Wouldn’t want you to cut that soft skin.”

“I’m very careful where I step. You don’t need to worry.”

“No? Hey Terry,” he called to the building guard who was looking in fierce concentration at a clipboard. “I’ve got the resident from unit—?” He looked at her.

“1605.”

“1605.” He repeated.

She wanted to ask which unit he was from but was overwhelmed as his grip tightened again. She tried to quell the shiver but failed. As for her breasts? Too full, too tight. Her nipples screamed for contact. She could feel them poking against the clinging fabric. She was hyper aware of his strength, his closeness, the energy swirling between them.

This was flat-out crazy. She was on the street, near midnight, having been evacuated from the building and was the only one wearing something really embarrassing. And turned on by a total stranger.

“This going to teach you to break the rules, isn’t it.” He chuckled as he looked over at the crowd assembling in groups. All of them wore street clothes, robes at worst. “No more swimming in the pool after hours.”

“Maybe I’d finished,” she said with as much calm as she could muster.

“You hadn’t even gotten in—your hair is dry. Every inch of your body is dry.”

Not quite every inch. There was one part that was getting wet. She tried to turn away so he wouldn’t see the tell-tale color she knew was staining her skin, but she couldn’t break free of his gaze.

His eyes widened. His gaze intensifying. Yeah, he knew how commanding his presence was. If he was around, she’d be looking. She and half the neighborhood. She felt him tense up more. His grip tightened to one notch shy of painful. There was no escaping his arms now.

Her mouth dried. “Put me down.”

But she knew he saw right through her. That at this moment, she wanted him to keep holding her. She wanted him to carry her off into the dark night and have his wicked way with her. She was in his arms already—warm, revelling in his superior strength. She wanted him to take what he wanted. And she wanted that to be her. She wanted him to take his satisfaction.

A random stranger?

Crazy wasn’t the word. Maybe she had some smoke inhalation hallucinations going or something?

“You know there aren’t many rooftop pools in Manhattan. You shouldn’t take advantage of it.” His light conversation was totally at odds with the heat in his gaze.

But she latched onto it, thankful for the diversion. It’d give her a chance to pull back from her sudden aspiration to be little more than the man’s sex toy. “On the contrary, the pool should be used 24/7. Given there are so few it should be used as much as possible.”

“You’re new to the building.”

“Why, what’s going to happen? Am I going to turn into a rule-following zombie the longer I live there?”

“Maybe not, your resistance is strong,” he teased. “But I think you’ve taken advantage of someone to get access to the pool this late.”

“How would little old lame me take advantage of anyone?”

It was the first time she’d referred to her injury.

“You’re not lame. You’re not slow either. Not in any way that matters.”

Sexual awareness zinged between them again.

Chelsea tried to look away from him. Failed. “Do you use the pool?” she asked.

“Every day.”

“Rain or shine?”

“Hail, snow, lightning.”

Covering all options then. “It stays open in winter?”

“Year round. It’s heated.”

That didn’t matter for her. She was only in town a couple of months. But she was never going near the pool when he was in it. “You wouldn’t be able to get much exercise in. It’s not that big.” Whereas he was huge. A wall of muscle.

“Haven’t you heard? It’s not about size, it’s about style.”

Oh lord, sexual innuendo. She wasn’t going to smile. She wasn’t going to—

“Finally.” He jeered lightly. “You’re beautiful when you smile.”

Chelsea tried to quell her instinctive shiver of delight. He might be teasing, but his intense focus had her all but yearning to hang onto him and let him do anything he wanted.

“And edible when you blush.”

Edible?

Before she could answer he set her down carefully on her feet. His hands kept a firm grip, ensuring she was steady. But even once she was, his hands lingered, warm on her waist. She might be ‘safe’ from the fire but it seemed to her that a whole other kind of danger loomed.



Xander Lawson didn’t want to let her go. This had to be the most fun fire drill on record. He ought to go over to Terry and the management team but he didn’t want to leave her alone. Not when he could see the interest in so many sets of eyes turned their way. Not when he was so interested.