She dug her nails into her palms, blinking back tears.
If she let him in again and he hurt her, she’d never forgive herself.
But if she threw him out. If she didn’t give him this chance. Would she regret that just as much someday?
She closed her eyes for a long moment, fighting to catch her breath. She should throw him out. Even if it was only for the night. Having this all tossed back in her face just as the wound had been starting to heal had her reeling. She had to catch her balance—needed time to think.
When she opened her eyes again, though, he was closer. The sight of him on his knees a scant few feet from her . . . It sucked the air from her lungs all over again.
He worked his jaw, the sharp, perfect point of it flexing as if with a contained strength, a coiled need. “You know me,” he gritted out. “Better than anyone in the world. I showed you my fucking soul. I let you draw me. And if that isn’t enough . . .”
She finally heard the undercurrent. If I’m not enough . . .
He shook his head. “Let me prove to you that I’m the man I said I was, deep down. I’ll show you the rest of it, too, if you want. The money, my family. Everything. But it won’t change anything. The man who made love to you in Paris. That’s me. That’s all the important parts of me.”
A hardness, a tight muscle that had been aching inside her all these months, gave beneath the pressure. Softening. “How?” she asked.
He paused, blinking for a moment. Then as if hit by sudden inspiration, his gaze brightened. Still on his knees, he shuffled closer, reaching out to take her hands, and by God, she let him.
“Seven nights. That’s what we were supposed to have in Paris.”
“Yes . . .”
“So give me seven nights more, here, in New York. If by the end of that, I haven’t shown you, if I haven’t proven to you that I am who I say I am . . . if you still don’t think you can trust me . . .” He worked his jaw back and forth. “Well, I can’t promise I’ll go quietly, but I’ll go.”
She couldn’t decide if it was the most ridiculous idea she’d ever heard or the best. “Rylan . . .”
“Kate. I’m—” The words seemed to choke him, but he got them out all the same. “I’m begging you. Please. Give me a chance. I promise, I will be so good to you.” That heat crept back into his tone, making it richer. Deeper. “Remember how good we were?”
The problem was, she did. The summer had been a disaster because of him, but it had had these shining moments she’d remember forever. Standing next to him in a museum, telling him what she saw in a Cézanne, and listening to him break down and start to tell her about his family.
Moments when she lay under him, when his mouth had been on her, when he’d filled her and made her body spark with pleasure in a way she hadn’t even known it could.
She was an idiot for even considering it, and even more of one for the way a part of her, a part that had gone unsatisfied for so long, wanted to give in to it right now.
If she was going to think about it, she should think about it. Take a day and mull it over. Definitely not let him keep rubbing warmth into her hands, pressing broad fingertips to the skin of her wrists.
She shouldn’t be turning her palm over in his to grasp him back. It shouldn’t feel this good.
As if to clinch it, he dipped his head to kiss her knuckles. “Please.”
Really, what were seven nights? She could guard her heart for that long, and take from him all the pleasure he himself had taught her she could ask for from a man. And when it inevitably fell apart, she could let him go without any lingering doubts in her mind. She’d never have to look back on this moment and wonder what if?
Shakily, she said, “Seven nights.”
“It’s not so much to ask.”
“Does that include tonight?” It was another not-quite test, because she was exhausted from all of this. Hungry, and not just for the dinner she’d barely managed to eat half of.
Hungry for connection and touch and to just give in for a while. To surrender.
“I suppose that depends.”
“On what?”
She held her breath as he drifted his hand up her arm, to her shoulder and her throat before letting it fall down the center of her body. He stopped it with his palm between her breasts, every inch of contact throwing sparks. All the supplication from before disappeared, replaced by the quiet, commanding confidence he’d always shown when they were like this. When he was about to prove to her that he could teach her body to do so much more.
“On whether or not you’ll let me lay you out on this bed. On whether you’ll let me remind you just how good we can be.”
“Seven nights,” she said one last time, already dizzy with it.
“Starting with this one.” His other hand slipped to her thigh, edging upward with every exhalation.
A beat passed and then another. And maybe she was a fool. But she’d be more of one not to take this.
It was what he’d been trying to show her all along, after all. She deserved pleasure. She had the right to accept it from him.
Swallowing down her nerves, steeling her heart, she placed her hands over his. She gave in to the heat surging through her from this simple touch. To the tiny piece of her that was willing to give this a shot.
Leaning forward, she let her mouth hover just above his. “Then you had better make it count.”
Rylan will stop at nothing to win back
Kate’s trust – and heart.
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