Razor's Edge: Men in Blue, Book 2 by Jayne Rylon Page B

return. Had her husband never indulged in this fine confection?
    He nuzzled her mouth with his, coaxing her into responding as he wished.
    When Izzy caught on, she turned voracious. She nipped his bottom lip then sucked to soothe the miniscule hurt. He chuckled into their kiss, letting his tongue dance with hers.
    “Ahem.”
    The not-so-subtle faked throat clearing startled Razor enough that he nearly dropped Isabella on her perfect ass. Snapped back to reality, he yanked her upright. He lunged away so quick, he tripped in the heeled shoes.
    “So sorry, Ms. Buchanan.” Arthur’s cheeks had turned maroon. “I didn’t think you’d appreciate broadcasting your private exchange on the news.”
    He gestured over his shoulder to the film crew peering in the shop window.
    “They just arrived. They’re doing a behind-the-scenes piece on Dance With Me ,” he finished with a shrug.
    “Th-thank you, Arthur.” Isabella’s voice shook.
    “Why don’t the two of you use the service door?” Eileen waited near the dressing room to show them out. “No need to waste any more of your rehearsal time. Though, really, I don’t think you need it. You’re fabulous together.”
    “Perfect,” Arthur agreed. “We’ll do the rest. Your dress and tux will be waiting at the studio tomorrow evening. Good luck.”
    “The shoes…” Isabella objected, but she sounded like he felt—disoriented, breathless and gooey inside.
    “Take them. You two are going to do more for this store than any ad we’ve purchased.”

    Isabella’s infectious laughter had him mirroring her grin as they scrambled down the metal fire escape hand in hand. “Never snuck out of the house as a teenager?”
    “Kind of hard when your father has cameras everywhere and an entire security force patrolling the grounds. When certain guards were on duty, I’d slip into the garden for unauthorized walks at night. That was as far as I could go. There are a lot of things I’ve never done.”
    He hated it when her dimples disappeared. Why had he mentioned her past? Hell, half the time he forgot who she was and where she’d come from. She seemed completely unpretentious and grounded. How could that be possible?
    “How about riding a motorcycle? Ever done that?” Ah, the adventurous spark returned a secret glint to her eyes. Sexy as hell.
    “Nope.”
    “Want to try it?”
    She bit her lip then nodded as they reached the edge of the parking lot.
    “Come on.” Razor threw one leg over his motorcycle. He patted the seat behind him. The bike barely dipped as she climbed aboard, leaving as big a chasm as possible between them. “That’s not going to work, Izzy. Let’s try to keep you from bouncing off, okay?”
    He groaned when she scooted close, her thighs bracketing his as she plastered along every inch of his ass and back.
    “Better?”
    He had to try twice before he wheezed, “Yeah.”
    With what he hoped was a stealthy shift, he adjusted the length of his hard-on where it jabbed the folds of his too-tight jeans. Razor kick-started the motorcycle. He raised his voice to carry over the engine, which roared to life beneath them. “Hang on, princess.”
    Izzy banded her arms around his abdomen. She delighted him by laying her cheek on the fabric of his touring jacket between his shoulders. Most inexperienced riders couldn’t pry their terrified gaze from the road, spooking at every tiny bump or turn. Isabella stayed calm and relaxed as he pushed off to navigate the somewhat heavy afternoon traffic. She counterbalanced the lean of the bike, following his lead with the same effortless grace as she did in the waltz.
    Even when he reached the highway and opened up the throttle, she molded to him without tensing or clutching his chest in a death grip the way some women had when he’d caved to their relentless harping for a ride. In fact, he’d never found it very enjoyable to tote someone along on his excursions. He savored his independence. Somehow, having Izzy