Silence met her ears through the phone, and she pursed her lips. Interesting.
He laughed. “Why, yes, yes it is. But, it’s always been a favorite phrase of mine. Must be more Scottish than I thought, or admitted to.”
She chuckled. “Okay, then. Never thought to hear those words from a Brit.”
“I’m not a normal Brit,” he joked.
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?”
“Well, shall we continue this conversation later?”
“I look forward to it. I’ll go buy some black spray paint so I can go around and cover all the cameras.”
Isaac chuckled. “I’m going to scare you away before I even get inside,” he bemoaned.
“I don’t scare easy.”
“Yeah, I kind of gathered as much about you.” His voice grew serious, making her sober instantly. The joking mirth seemed to have left his tone. She couldn’t shake the feeling he was trying to tell her something she didn’t want to hear.
She got enough weird things in her sleep, damn it, couldn’t her life be a little bit normal in the daytime?
Please?
Fighting the apprehension creeping up on her, she gave an uneasy giggle. “Well, eight it is. Coffee a must. Fuzzy slippers optional.”
“Right. See you then, Sabrina.”
“Bye.”
She hung up the phone and bit her lip. Had she imagined the serious undertones in his voice, like she’d imagined everything else lately? Or was he trying to tell her something, something even she couldn’t conjure up?
No, she sounded like an idiot. His asking about her night had nothing to do with her dreams. He simply made small talk.
She rolled her eyes and shut the computer down for the day. Now she’d never be able to concentrate on her book.
She couldn’t wait for tonight.
***
A few hours later, she glanced at the clock as a knock sounded at the door, and Sabrina saw Isaac was on time once again. She opened the door and studied him hungrily, though she tried to tamp the feelings down. He may have mentioned being exhausted on the phone, but he looked amazing in person. No bags were visible under his bright blue eyes, and he stole her breath away with his raw masculinity. A DVD and a bottle of wine occupied his hands, and she smiled in pleasure. Lust caused her stomach to twist when his gaze darkened with desire.
“I figured I could help contribute to the evening’s festivities.” He held out the DVD, the latest Harry Potter movie, and she procured it as he locked the door. His eyes met hers, and her pulse raced at his expression. “Wow, you look gorgeous. You’ll have to forgive me, but I just can’t help myself.”
He grabbed her by the nape of her neck and yanked her toward him to conquer her lips. Passion overwhelmed her at his arduous kiss. He gave no quarter and took all she could give. Her hands clung to his shirt as his tongue moved against hers like liquid fire. He deepened the kiss, and she melded her body to his. Her heart raced, and she pressed against him urgently.
She needed him; she needed more.
She needed…everything.
His fingers skimmed up her back before diving into her hair. She moaned when he tugged gently, exposing her neck to his tender onslaught. He trailed hot kisses down her throat and just when she suspected she might to die from the pleasure, he jerked away abruptly. He sighed and kissed her nose. Thunder boomed in the distance, causing her to jump in surprise.
Where had the storm come from? The sky had been crystal clear moments before.
Still wrapped in his arms, she stared at him as he examined every inch of her face, almost as if memorizing every last detail. Desire blazed in his eyes. An answering need burned in her, and she moved restlessly. Why had he stopped? She hadn’t objected to his embrace.
It’s the second date, you slut. Have some control.
“I wouldn’t have thought it possible you could grow more beautiful. Somehow, you’ve managed to accomplish the impossible.” His voice was husky, and it showed her more than words ever could. Longing still burned through him…as well as the need to have her.