I’m about to say fuck it and spread her lips, so I can lick her until she comes, when the intercom buzzes. Since I live on the top floor of the building, I put in an intercom to notify me when someone is here, so I can let them up.
“Pizza’s here.”
She pouts as I drag my boxers the rest of the way up her thighs. I climb over her, stopping when I’m on top of her to kiss her.
“To be continued.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
CAMILLA
“Admit it…”
Isaac shakes his head, clicking off the TV.
“Admit it!” I poke him in the ribs and a small smile peeks out. “The Bodyguard was not just a chick flick.”
“I’m not admitting shit.” He pouts playfully, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Really? You’re that much of a man, you can’t admit when you’re wrong?”
He laughs and pounces on me, his arms caging me in, as my back hits the couch. “I’m very much a man.” He grinds his pelvis into me, making me groan. “But I’m never too much of a man to admit when I’m wrong.” The entire time we’ve been watching the movie, it’s felt like foreplay on steroids. The hand holding, kissing, touching… at one point he even massaged my feet. But not once did he take it any further. And now, I’m wound so tight, if I don’t find my release soon, I’m fearful I might implode.
His nose glides along my jawline and I shiver in anticipation. “I was wrong,” he murmurs into my ear. “The Bodyguard was full of action.”
“Thank you.”
He trails kisses up my neck, then murmurs, “Stay the night.” I tip my face up to give him access to my throat, and he takes advantage, kissing his way downward, while I try to think of a single reason why I need to leave. Only I can’t come up with one. I need to look for a job, but that won’t happen on a Friday night. I need to visit my dad tomorrow, but again, that has nothing to do with right now.
“I want you in my bed again.” He lifts his face and looks into my eyes, and my heart stammers in my chest. “But this time with you aware of it.” My stomach knots, remembering how close I came to something bad happening to me. It feels like every decision I’ve made lately is the wrong one, and now I’m afraid things are moving too fast with Isaac and me. Sure, I’m attracted to him, but what if I’m wrong about him like I was about James?
“I should probably go home.”
“I could always convince you to stay.” He nips at my skin, then glances up at me with a wolfish grin. He only meant it as a joke, but it reminds me…
“We never discussed your little blackmail attempt.” I push him back, so I can sit up and have some space.
He sits back and at least has the decency to look regretful. “I was wrong. It’s how shit works in my world. When something doesn’t go my way, I find a way to make sure it does, but I never should’ve treated you like a business deal.”
“It feels like every aspect of my life is out of my control,” I tell him. “Losing my mom to cancer when I didn’t even know she was sick, my dad going to prison… When he found out about the IRS investigating them, he didn’t tell me. Not until he was arrested and I found out from the media.”
“They were trying to protect you.”
“I don’t want to be protected. I want the people who love me to be upfront and honest. I’ve lost my home, my scholarship, I have no control over where I live…” I release a harsh breath. “I need to feel in control, and you lying about the business dinner and then blackmailing me to go out with you is the opposite of me having control. If you want something from me, ask. Don’t threaten or bribe me or go behind my back.”
Isaac nods and pulls me over to him, so I’m straddling his lap.
“I like you,” I admit, running my fingers through his messy hair. “But I’ve been burned too many times.”
His jaw ticks, and his hands tighten on my hips. “I’m nothing like him.”
“I hope not.” I press my mouth to his and coax his lips open, slipping my tongue inside. “Take me to bed,” I murmur softly.
I don’t have to tell him twice. He lifts me and stands, and my legs wrap around his waist. Our kiss never breaks as he walks us to his bedroom, then drops me onto his bed. With him between my legs, and one of his hands propping him up, his warm body presses against my own. I waited months before I was with James intimately, yet after only a few days of knowing Isaac, I’m in his bed, ready to give myself over to him—and I don’t feel a single ounce of shame.