Page 30 of Only for the Moment
Chapter Twelve
“Are there any last-minute arrangements or issues I need to know about before I take off for the night?” Kennedy asked Cooper. She needed to get back to her apartment to shower and change before Isaac came to pick her up at eight thirty. Just the thought of where they were going had butterflies the size of china plates rioting in her belly.
Was she truly willing to do this?A BDSM club? Really?
“Tonight’s pretty solid. I did have a chat with Anschau’s man, Nick. They refused the security team for tonight. Appears our guest is going out.”
Yeah, with me.
It was on the tip of her tongue to say the words aloud, to confide in a friend the sheer unreality of knowing she was going to Club X with the biggest rock star in the United States, but she didn’t. She couldn’t.Violating Isaac’s privacy wasn’t a line she would cross, no matter how much she craved reassurance.
Besides, she knew Club X’s owner, Perez. Isaac’s safety would be his top priority. She had worked closely with him to cover other high-profile clients choosing to visit the somewhat infamous club, and the man had been the soul of discretion. Likely they already had plans to conceal Isaac’s identitybefore he ever crossed the threshold of Club X. She had the impression that Isaac and Perez knew each other, though she wasn’t sure she wanted to know how. She wasn’t even certain she wanted to go. She only knew she had to, if for no other reason than to get to the bottom of what she felt every time Isaac held her captive—with the rope, a touch, a look.
“Everything all right, Kennedy?”
She shookoff the fog of her thoughts and gave Cooper what she hoped was a confident smile. “Of course. Now close up shop and get yourself home to your wife.”
“Yes, boss.” Cooper stood to drag on his suit coat. “I’ll head home to my other boss now.”
Kennedy laughed. Keysha was the least bossy woman she knew. Cooper’s wife didn’t need to be—Cooper was so in love he practically fell over his feet to pleaseher. Luckily for her friend, Keysha felt the same. Kennedy often teased them that their sticky-sweet relationship was going to put her into a sugar coma.
“Send Keysha my love,” she told him, and as he walked through the door, “Remind her to keep me on the babysitting list for when the third little Cooper arrives.” Child number three was due in about a month, and Kennedy had every intention ofspoiling their two boys, Jasen and Ezrah, while Cooper stayed with Keysha in the hospital.
“We are not having another boy; I am telling you. Positive thinking!” Brown eyes glared down at her with a mix of amusement and impatience.
“Whatever you say, Daddy.” Since Keysha refused to find out the sex of the baby, all Cooper had right now was wishful thinking, but she knew how much the couple washoping for a girl this time.
That didn’t mean she was above giving Cooper a hard time.
He snorted at her sarcasm and headed down the hall. Kennedy gathered her things and locked her office door, a grin on her lips.
The grin died fifteen minutes later when she finally faced her closet, trying to decide what to wear. Her extensive wardrobe didn’t include PVC or other BDSM club wear. In the endshe settled on a silky corset and miniskirt, covered in a thin silk shirt she left unbuttoned and tied at her waist. The high-heeled boots gave her confidence, not to mention lengthening the lines of her legs. Her hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders, her makeup smoky and mysterious. Just right for a nightclub.
Now if only Isaac was pleased.
She was kicking herself for the thought whenshe opened the door to his knock. The groan he gave at the sight of her shouted a resounding yes.
“Does that mean I’m dressed appropriately?”
“It means you’re lucky I don’t call this all off and drag you into the bedroom instead.” He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, his broad chest expanding in a way that had Kennedy’s own breath quickening. After moment he leaned in for a brief kiss. “Okay,I think I have the lust under control.”
Kennedy laughed against his lips. “Keep talking like that and I may not be the only lucky one tonight.” Especially looking at him. The man’s blond hair was just the right amount of disheveled, a casual contrast to the perfect Dom portrait the rest of him painted. Broad shoulders stretched the white linen shirt he wore to mouthwatering perfect. Leather pantsmolded to slender hips and thick thighs. Low-heeled boots only added to the sense that he surrounded her, dominated her.
Overwhelmed her.
Isaac straightened slowly, one big hand coming up to cup her heated cheek. “If you let me anywhere near you, Ken, I’ll be the luckiest man on the planet.” His serious tone matched the intensity of his eyes. “I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen anything in my lifeas breathtaking as you.”
She swallowed hard against the emotions inside her—fear, wariness, the melting awe of having a man like this say such beautiful things about her—and rose on her tiptoes, wrapping her hands around his neck. She pulled him down until they were nose to nose. “Thank you.”
Hard hands gripped her hips and forced her closer, the reality of his erection against her belly testifyingto the truth of his words. Hard lips took hers, demanding entrance, and when she opened for him, his tongue slid inside. Warm. Wet. Wonderful. By the time he released her, they were both breathing hard.
Isaac smoothed his thumb along her bottom lip. “Keep thinking about that tonight, love.”
As if she’d be able to think about anything else.
Isaac’s grin said he knew exactly what was whisperingthrough her mind, damn him.
They sat in the back of the Escalade for this trip, Nick in the middle seat along with two other members of Isaac’s security team, the other two in the front. The seating arrangements gave them some privacy, though not much. Kennedy held on to Isaac’s hand and tried to trust in the security of his hard thigh against hers, his strong hold, but the closer they got tothe club, the tighter her breath and her grip became no matter how hard she fought it.
