The coat check saw them coming and scrambled to retrieve their outerwear. Isabel hurried to keep up with Everett's long strides, aching feet nearly forgotten in the magical bliss he'd created with his kisses.
The moment they were in the car, Everett rolled up the tinted privacy screen and pulled her across the seat onto his lap. She didn't protest, even though she knew she should.
One kiss led to three and those led to more. She trembled uncontrollably by the time they made it to the parking garage, and when she stumbled on the way to the lift, Everett bent and swooped her up into his arms.
He held her on the elevator, carried her through the penthouse, up the stairs. In the hallway between her bedroom door and his, he slowly lowered her to her feet.
She struggled to breathe properly, knowing that this was truly her moment of choice. Everett's gaze locked on hers, hot and intense, his silent question obvious. Did she go to her room and shut the door in his face and on all the progress they’d made? Or take his hand and lead him to the master, taking yet another step toward the life Everett said he wanted?
Izzy swallowed hard and took several moments to breathe as the potential and the ramifications raced through her mind like a hurricane. It wasn’t until she felt the sharp poke of the doorknob against her hip that she realized her body had moved of its own accord.
Holding his gaze, she found the doorknob with her hand and twisted. The moment she stepped over the threshold into his room, Everett pounced, dragging her up against him with his hands beneath her hips, lifting her so that her face was level with his.
"Mine," he muttered against her lips.