Swallowing hard, Izzy held his stare. Despair swirled in the blue depths of his eyes. Desire she couldn’t ignore. They had a cosmic connection. Neither one of them wanted it, they’d both fought it and they’d both lost. He had been no more able to erase her from his mind than she had him. Still, they were where they had begun two nights ago. Nothing had changed except the date and time. Izzy had no hope that once this video was shot, he wouldn’t walk out the door again.
So let this charade play out, and when it was over she would double her efforts to put this man out of her mind. Closing her eyes, she mentally prepared herself for this. Slowly she opened them, holding his intense gaze. Sliding her shield firmly back in place, she smiled seductively.
“I’m so happy you came home with me,” Izzy breathed, running her hands up his hard chest. Damn, he felt good. “I want to do bad things to you, Special Agent Ryker.”
Chapter Twenty-one
Izzy tugged Flynn’s tie, loosening it. Leaning into him, she pressed her lips to the base of his throat. His fingers dug into the small of her back. His other hand slid down the back of her thigh. The effect went straight to her core. She didn’t want to respond to his closeness the way she did. She wanted to feel nothing. But when both of his hands slid down to her ass and grasped her, pressing her into his erection, her breath hissed from her lungs at the contact.
“I want to do bad things to you, too, Wild Style,” he whispered.
When he lowered his lips to hers, she turned away, not wanting to give that part of her to him. His fingers tightened against her skin.
Laughing, she shook her head in an attempt to shake off the fever that burned through her. Moving back onto the bed, she pulled him with her. “Kissing is for suckers, Special Agent Ryker. I want to get down to business,” she said, her voice low, but challenging.
As he leaned over her, she grabbed his shirt and pulled it apart, the buttons popping off. It took monumental control not to slide her hands along the hard planes of his bare chest. Closing her eyes so that her desire wouldn’t be captured in the video, she turned away from the cell phone’s camera.
Flynn lowered his nose to her cleavage and inhaled her scent. Her heart thumped against her rib cage as her body flushed with a soft sheen of perspiration. A whimper escaped her lips.
He looked up at her, his blue eyes fierce with desire. Trembling, she tried to control her reaction to his touch. Even knowing they were being filmed, she couldn’t.
Brushing his lips across her ear, he softly said, “Relax, baby, you can do this.”
Biting her bottom lip, she nodded, then turned to the camera with a sultry pout and said, “You have too many clothes on.”
He grinned and moved back off the bed and stood, taking his shirt and tie off. Tossing them onto the floor, he leaned over her and said, “I have something I want you to try before I strip you down to those heels.” He reached into his pocket and withdrew a small clear vial with white powder in it.
“What is that?” she asked, surprised. The guys hadn’t said anything about a drug video. But then it made more sense, didn’t it? A sex video didn’t go nearly as far as a fed snorting coke with a stripper did.
“Bolivian blow. Primo shit.”
“I’ve never done drugs—wait, aren’t you a cop?” she asked, catching on quick.
Flynn smiled and traced a finger down between her breasts. “It’s a nice little perk of the job.”
“Where did you get it? What if you get caught? Would you go to jail?”
Taking the vial between his teeth, he pushed her back into the mattress. His strong hands slid along her thighs to her hips. Dropping the vial to the bed beside her, his lips trailed from the bottom of her bikini top to her belly button. He looked up at her and said, “You ask too many questions, Wild Style. Just relax and trust me.” He nipped her skin. “I’m untouchable.”
Squirming beneath the heat of his lips, Izzy, tried to remind herself this was fake. The blaze in his eyes was fake, his gentle reverent touch was fake. It was all for the camera.
“You taste like bubble gum,” he said, licking around her belly button ring. “I just want to eat you up.”
“I want you, too,” she moaned, fighting her body’s impulse to undulate.
He grinned. “Soon, Wild Style, just as soon as we kick things up a notch.” He picked up the vial and opened it. “Don’t move, baby.” Then, expertly, he drew a line of what appeared to be cocaine along the top swell of her right breast. “I don’t know what looks sexier, you or the coke.”
He reached back into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and slid out a bill. With his shield in plain view, he set it down next to her cell phone. Rolling the bill up, he leaned over her, put it to his nostril and then snorted the line. He jerked his head back like he had done it one hundred times before.
Rubbing his nostril, he looked down at her and drew a line on the inside of his left forearm. Handing her the bill, he said, “Your turn.”
Taking the bill, she looked up at him and said, “I’ve never done coke before.”
“There’s a first time for everything, sweet cheeks. That’s primo powder right there, doesn’t get any better.” He raised his forearm to her. “Go ahead, I have plenty more where that came from.”
She did. When she was done, he took the bill and tossed it to the floor, then pulled her hard into his arms, and said, “Now, real slow, take everything off, except the heels.”
Izzy hid her surprise. Surely he wasn’t going to take it that far. Was he? Without blinking, Flynn said, “Do it now.”
Nodding, she reached behind her neck to unhook the bikini top just as Flynn moved back against the nightstand, knocking it and everything on it over.
Putting his finger to his lips he shook his head, then said, “Now take the bottoms off.” Quickly he tossed the pillows off the bed onto the floor where the cell phone lay screen down.
Izzy looked at Flynn. “Is it covered?” she whispered.
“Yes. Get dressed.”
“But Boris is going to want to listen.”
“We’ll leave it running where it is. If he jacks you up about it, tell him you tried to get to the phone, but I wouldn’t let you off the bed. When you could get to it, I was gone. He won’t care once he sees what’s on it. He’ll think he hit the jackpot at Caesar’s.”
“Okay,” she said feeling oddly out of place in her own bedroom. More odd, she felt let down. She had really wanted to go there with Flynn, even if they were being recorded. She knew then she had to backpedal fast and far.
Flynn picked up his torn shirt and tie.
“I’d offer you one of Charlie’s shirts, but you’re too big,” she said lamely, knowing she should just exit the room.
He shrugged the shirt on. “It’s not a big deal.”
Once he was dressed, Flynn stood immobile for a long minute staring at her.
The heavy silence and his penetrating gaze made her more uncomfortable. “Okay, well, I guess I’ll change, I don’t want Justin or Maddox to see me like this.”
“It’s nothing they haven’t seen before.”
Her head jerked back and tears stung her eyes. “You’re not a very nice man, Flynn.”
Jamming his fingers through his hair, he shook his head, and clamped his jaw shut. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“You’re right, you shouldn’t have. I’m sorry that you have such a nasty side to you. I thought you were better than that.” She moved to walk past him into the bathroom, but he caught her arm and pulled her back around to him.
“Look, Pi—Isadora, I’ve never—damn it, I’ve never been in this situation before. I don’t know how to handle it. Obviously.”
“What situation are you talking about, Flynn?”
“This,” he said, motioning between them. “Thing between us.”