A Reckless Note (Brilliance Trilogy #1) - Lisa Renee Jones Page 0,45
shrugs out of his, wrapping the soft leather that was just next to his body around mine, using the lapels to step me into him. “Better?”
“Yes,” I say, no longer cold despite the still open door, but decidedly warm and swoony “But I should go upfront and grab my own coat.”
“Not without walking through the auction room and the front doors are locked for VIP events. Do you have a ticket?”
“Yes. Yes, I do.” I reach in my purse and hand it to him.
“We’ll have it delivered to my place.” He is about to step away when Leo holds up a hand. “I’ll handle it.”
Kace arches a brow. “You can blow up buildings and bad guys and retrieve coats?”
“Walker Security is nothing if not versatile, and as part of your security team, I’d prefer your address to stay with us. I got this.” He eyes me. “You’ll have your coat before the evening ends.”
“Thank you, Leo,” I say.
Leo offers me a tiny nod. “My absolute pleasure.”
Kace shakes his hand and then he’s whisking me into the night air and a private alleyway with his car parked to our right. We head that way and a valet opens the passenger door for me. Kace’s hand strokes my hair and he’s right there with me as I climb inside, but he doesn’t linger. I’m quickly enclosed inside the Roadster with the seductive scent of man and leather now all around me. Kace joins me almost immediately, claiming the driver’s seat and cranking the engine.
His eyes meet mine and I don’t know how it happens or why, but we both start smiling. And with that shared smile, I am lost in this night and this man, into the escape I never allow myself. The rest of the world fades, my fears and worries with it. At least for now.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
I knew Kace lived in Tribeca. I knew that meant money and power.
But when he pulls us to the door of one of the newest, tallest, most unique half-moon shaped buildings, I’m fighting a fish-out-of-water sensation. This is not my world, and yet somehow this man lives inside exactly that: my world. A world, or at least his home, he swears he’s invited no one inside, and yet, he’s invited me. And I believe him. Perhaps that is yet another of the many ways Kace appeals to me. Despite a recognizable name, he’s private. He chooses privacy, thus it feels that he will understand mine.
Kace opens his door. “I’ll come around and get you,” he says, but already someone is opening my door, the chill of the evening permeating the warm cocoon of the car. A new season is upon us, the old fading into the past, and it feels as if I’m a part of that change. I’m changing. I can feel it happening.
It’s then that I realize I’m here, at this place I don’t know, without even a full-sized purse. Even my coat is, in fact, Kace’s coat. That’s how much I’ve allowed myself to step out of my comfort zone, how much I’m changing. Gio told me this had to happen and then pressed my hand and ensured it did by simply leaving me alone. My brother is a man that pushes limits. For all I know, that was his intent: to push mine. For now, I’d like to believe that to be true. He left so that I could be found. If that’s true, I’ll hug him and hit him, in that order.
Shifting, I settle my feet on the ground. Already, Kace is there, towering above me, offering me his hand. I steel myself for the impact of his touch, and when my palm touches his palm, I’m a moth to a flame, and he is that flame. He eases me to my feet and grips the lapels of my jacket, his jacket, and steps in close to me. The cold air swirls around us, but inside this new cocoon he’s created there is nothing but heat.
“Once you go upstairs with me,” he says, his voice low and rough, for my ears only, “you’re all mine. And I don’t promise to be a gentleman about it.” His hand slides under my hair, his lips finding my ear. “I promise to kiss and lick you in every one of the many places I’ve been thinking about kissing and licking you since the day I met you.”
He’s been thinking about kissing me and licking me from the day he met me?