The Law of Attraction (Brits in Manhattan #1)

by Laura Carter

Am I panicking because Becky could leave? Or am I panicking because I realize that I don’t want her to leave my life?

Is everything okay? Besides the fact I’m falling head over heels for a woman I shouldn’t want and can’t have? Besides the fact she just said she’ll be going back to the UK? Besides the fact I have no idea why she left the UK in a hurry in the first place and that there are so many things I’m still dying to discover about this mysterious and exceptionally beautiful woman?

She lifts her chin to look at me. The moon’s blue shine dances across the ocean view behind her. She’s a vision. A portrait. Everything about what I’m looking at is truly incredible.

I want to reach out and touch her face. I want to hold her cheeks and taste her lips, to wrap my tongue around hers.

I cast my eyes over her again, greedily taking her in.

She turns to face me, perhaps not realizing how close I’m standing to her. Her chest lightly grazes mine. The feel of her against my bare skin shoots electricity through my veins. She looks up at me through lowered lids.

She digs her teeth into her bottom lip, and I have to have it. I have to kiss those lips and run my hands over that silk nightie. I lift my palm toward her cheek.

I can’t help thinking about how it felt when she was pressed against me. And somehow I just know: she wants me. God knows I want her.

Suddenly, Becky grabs my hand and tugs me so hard I’m forced to turn and face her. Before I know what’s happening, she crashes her mouth against mine. Stunned, I don’t respond at first. Then I realize this woman, who drives me crazy, is pressing those soft lips I’ve been desperate to feel against mine. The animal instinct inside me comes out like a tiger through flames: hot, fierce. My body takes over. My fingers fist in her hair. My free hand roams her back over her thin sweater. She groans when my tongue parts her lips, tasting the decadent mix of sweetness and coffee all at once. She tastes even better than I imagined. I pull her into me. She pushes herself closer, making me forget we’re in the middle of a children’s park.

I want desperately to take her to my bed. Hell, I’d like to strip her naked right now, right here, anywhere.

that kiss. It was… intense. It was hot. So hot.

And now I can’t stop thinking about the feel of her lips. The slip of her tongue against mine. The way she gripped my back, digging in her nails. How she pressed herself into me. She wanted me then and I’m damn sure I want her now. I also need this mid-afternoon traffic to disperse because my willpower is waning fast. I want nothing more than to reach over and pull her onto my lap. I want to tear off those jeans, maybe find some sexy lace panties underneath. I want her to straddle me, right here in this car, and…

But my gaze drops to her pink lips, and all I can think about is how much I want to taste her again. There. Everywhere.

I push my hands into the pockets of my jeans for something to do with them that isn’t grabbing her by the nape and pulling her to me.

She never looks back, and I’m left standing on the sidewalk, pining after her like an obsessed idiot.

Jesus, that kiss. If a kiss was that hot, I can only imagine how incredible the sex would be.

That woman has no idea just what she can do to a man. This man. She has me contemplating things I’ve never wanted. She actually has me wondering whether I could fight for named partner and have her in my life. She ties my stomach in knots at just the thought that I could lose her. I’ve known her a matter of weeks, and the mere idea of it already kills me. There’s not a thing about Becky that I don’t want to call mine. I run my fingers over my lips, remembering how they had ignited against hers. Remembering how urgent my need to have her was. How she took me out of my head, made me forget everything except how much I wanted to make her mine.

‘Tell me again that that kiss shouldn’t have happened, and I’ll walk away.’

‘Becky, I don’t understand this, but I do know that I want you. I want you so much, it’s driving me crazy.’

I’m not sure who moves first but our mouths crash together. Her hands fist in my hair as our bodies collide. It’s messy. Hurried and frantic. But I swear nothing ever felt or tasted so good. She’s a mix of the taste I remember, some kind of unique sweetness that’s just her, and wine. A deep, smooth red. I wrap my fingers in her hair and force my lips to break from hers.

‘You’re drinking wine.’

I rest my forehead against hers and feel her push back, as if she’s frustrated. As if she wa...

‘Yes. I thought wine would help. There was something I didn’t w...

She bites my bot...

‘But I couldn’t stop thinking...

I fight against her to take her lip in my teeth, a low, rumbling growl leaving my chest. She groans and drops her head back, exposing her neck to me. I waste no time tasting her skin. She grinds her pelvis against mine and pushes my jacket over my shoulders to the floor. I kick off my shoes. Everything I’ve been trying to resist since the first time I saw her takes me over. She smiles at me, but it isn’t a sweet, innocent grin; it’s wicked, lustful. She begins to unbutton her shirt, torturously, button by button. She lets it fall to the floor, leaving her in only a black lace thong. She has never looked more beautiful. But as her cheeks flush, she glances do...

‘Don’t look down, Becky. You’r...

I press my mouth to her neck. Kiss...

‘Tomo...

I tel...

‘We’ll figure it out ...

Her response is a heavy pant and an ...

‘Kiss...

Her words leave her as a whis...

At the sight of her with another man, the rage burning through every cell in my body overwhelms the nausea in my gut.

She’s like a perfect portrait. I wish I could capture her in this moment and keep her.

‘You’re the first time I’ve felt happy in this city. You’re the first time it’s felt like more than just a place I work. The first time it’s felt like somewhere I want to call home.’

‘I’ll never try to control you, Becky. I want you to be whoever you want to be.’

Manhattan really is stunning but it’s not a patch on the woman standing next to me.

‘Stay today. I’d really like to hang out.’

‘Hang out, huh? Well, I have no clothes, as you can see.’

‘Baby, you won’t need clothes for what I ...

‘I guess some things are hard to talk about, especially when you’re getting to know someone.

Waking up with Becky in my arms, or catching her looking down at me when she’s been watching me sleep, are officially my new favorite things to do.

There aren’t many better highs in the world than being counsel in a trial.