“Because you don’t mix business and pleasure,” I say, “or because you don’t want me?”
He shakes his head. “You know that’s not it.”
“Do I?” I walk backwards through my living room, my feet sinking into the plush carpeting.
His hand turns into a fist at his side. “You deserve much more than this. Proper fucking dates, over candlelight. Flowers and gifts and a slow seduction.”
“I don’t want that. I’vehadthat.”
“I know,” he says, and curses again. I’ve never heard him swear this much before. “You think I don’t want you? You’re all I goddamn think about these days, and it’s been that way for far too long.”
My skin feels hot. “We’re not breaking any rules.”
“Only all of them,” he mutters, and for the first time since I took off my clothes, Isaac lets his gaze drop.
His eyes warm every inch of my skin they touch. There’s always been a leashed quality to him, but it’s fraying now, coming undone at the edges. His hair is mussed from my fingers and I want his hands on my bare skin.
He flew in just to make our tennis match.
“Fine,” he mutters, an angry furrow between his brows, and then he crosses the distance to me. He kisses me the same way he had in the kitchen. Thorough and deeply and I lose myself in it. It feels so good to justfeelagain, to forget about myself and my ruined life and Percy dating Scarlett.
I reach for his shirt and he breaks our kiss just long enough to tug it over his wide shoulders. His chest is clearly defined, and there’s a hint of ab muscles beneath a smattering of dark hair. It disappears down his shorts.
My stomach tightens at the sight, and when I run my hands over his chest, he groans against my lips.
“Where is—”
“Behind me,” I say. He starts walking me backwards toward the bedroom, but then I remember what we’ve just been doing.
I grip his shoulders. “Shower first.”
He groans. “Do you want to kill me?”
That makes me chuckle. The sound is tinged with nerves and anticipation and the remnants of my adrenaline high from our victory earlier. I haven’t had sex since Percy, and it’s been many years since I had sex with anyone else.
Isaac’s hands tighten around my waist and he lifts me up with a grunt. I lock my legs around his hips. “You didn’t have to do that,” I say with a grin.
He walks us toward my bathroom. “Trust me, I didn’t feel the least bit forced.”
“Oh? What is it then, a privilege?” I tease.
He sets me down on the bathroom mat, but keeps our bodies tight. “An honor.” His hands slide down my sides and over my tennis skirt, and I shiver at the slow touch.
“I always thought we’d do this in a hotel room,” I say.
He raises an eyebrow. “You’ve thought about this, too?”
I like the wordtoomore than I should.
“Maybe.” I undo the zipper in my tennis skirt. “Not once did I think it would be in my apartment, though.”
His gaze is on my body and the slow shimmy of my skirt and built-in shorts down my legs.
“Stunning,” he murmurs. “Let me….”
He tugs at my ponytail until it unravels, my hair falling over my shoulders. “First thing I noticed,” he says and bends to kiss my neck. His free hand runs through my hair.
I close my eyes at the sensation. “First thing you noticed?