“I was looking at the quilt,” I said, inexplicably speaking in a whisper. “An heirloom?”
“Yes,” he said simply.
I started to ask more, then stopped myself. This wasn’t a date, and no matter how much I might be enjoying this night, I needed to remember that this was a mission. Knowing the bits and pieces might help me paint a better picture of the man, but I couldn’t imagine that a quilt had any connection to Amy.
I didn’t need personal details. And I damn sure shouldn’t want them. I knew Sharp was dirty. Maybe not in trafficking women—god, I hoped not—but in the way he lived, the way he operated his businesses, the way he looked at life. Tyler Sharp thumbed his nose at the kinds of rules I’d dedicated my life to enforcing.
And yet in just a few short hours, he’d managed to twist me up. I told myself that was understandable—you go into an op planning to seduce, and seduction is going to happen. And, yes, Tyler Sharp had well and truly seduced me. He’d revved me up, made me want. Made me need. He’d pushed me farther than I’d ever gone before, and I couldn’t deny that I liked it.
But this little field trip through the penthouse had given me the chance to gather myself together, and that was good. I still wanted his touch—oh, god, did I ever—but the sensual mist that had clouded my thinking had evaporated, and I was focused on my mission.
Sex with Tyler might be damned entertaining, but at the end of the day, sex was just sex.
And it was going to have to remain that way.
Chapter Ten
I think it was the candles that did me in.
He pushed open the doors, and I saw the room bathed in the golden glow of at least two dozen candles. They were on the floor, on stands, on small tables near the oversized bathtub. The room smelled of lavender and vanilla, and I breathed in deep.
“How?” I asked. “When?”
“I sent a text to the hotel from the car.”
I couldn’t help but laugh—he looked so incredibly smug.
He took my hand and guided me to the two steps that led up to the deep marble tub already full of lavender scented bubbles. “Go ahead,” he said. “Get in.”
I stepped out of the shoes, then paused and turned back to him. “I don’t understand you,” I said plaintively. “You make me strip. You bring in that waiter. It’s racy. Raw. I don’t know—dangerous maybe. Hot, definitely.”
“You forgot wild.”
“Wild,” I agreed. “But this …” I swept my arm to indicate the candlelit room. “This is wild, too. Wildly romantic. Sensual. Calm and serene and wonderful.”
“And that bothers you?”
“It confuses me,” I admit.
I see humor light his eyes. “Maybe I want you confused. Or perhaps I’m trying to prove a point.”
“What point?”
“There are a lot of ways to pleasure a woman,” he said, and his tone suggested we hadn’t even begun. “Hard and raw, soft and sentimental. How can I know what she wants until I see how she reacts?”
“Oh.” I swallowed. “And what is it that I want?”
“You? Sweetheart, you want everything,” he said in a tone that made me go weak in the knees. “And I’m looking forward to giving it to you.” He nodded to the tub again. “In.”
I didn’t argue. Merely moved carefully on the cool marble up to the edge of the tub. I tested the water and found it to be the perfect temperature, a little on the hot side, but nowhere close to scalding. With a sigh of absolute pleasure, I slid in.
Tyler tucked an inflatable pillow behind my head and I smiled up at him. “Joining me?”
“No,” he said, as he started to take off his watch, a beautiful instrument that looked to my eye like an antique. “I’m not.”
He set the watch carefully on a nearby table, and since he then started to unbutton his shirt, I decided that he must be teasing.
I watched, enjoying myself thoroughly, as he stripped off his shirt. His body was deliciously perfect, tan and lean, with the kind of defined arms and chest that you’d see on a swimmer. I wanted to reach out and touch him. To find out for myself if the smattering of chest hair was as soft as it looked, and if the muscles were as hard. I wanted to run my lips over every inch of him.