What does indisposed mean anyway?
“Are you sure you don’t want to come inside? It’s getting a little chilly out there.”
Half of me is being genuinely friendly, whereas the other half wants to probe Hugo until he spills the beans on where Isaac is tonight.
“For the fourth time, I’m okay out here,” Hugo replies from his station outside of my door.
He is sitting on a wooden chair that is part of my dining table setting. After the first hour ticked by on the clock, I gave him one of the cushions from my sofa as his bottom would have to be getting sore sitting on the firm seat.
A smile tugs my lips high when Hugo drones under his breath, “I prefer my nuts attached to my body.”
“And here I was thinking you were the first guy I met who isn’t scared of Isaac Holt,” I reply in sarcasm. “I guess tonight I’m being proven wrong.”
Hugo works his jaw side to side before rising to his feet. I try to hide my smile when he looks at me, but just from the gleam in his eyes, I can tell he knows I’m goading him.
“You do remember what happened the last time you had a man in your apartment, don’t you, Izzy?” he replies, wiping my smile right off my face.
“So since it isn’t me who will cop the punishment for denying Isaac’s request, I guess I can come inside.”
A shiver of excitement and a tremor of fear runs through my body at the same time.
* * *
Trying to pry information from Hugo is like drawing blood out of a stone—impossible! After two hours, I give up and toddle off to bed. After tossing and turning for nearly an hour, I give up my endeavor of sleep and pull my phone off the bedside table. My nose screws up when I see it is a little after two in the morning. I haven’t received any messages or calls from Isaac all day today. Even though it has only been a month, my bed feels cold without him.
Deciding I can’t dig my hole any deeper than it already is, I send a message to Isaac’s private cell.
Me:I miss you. I’m lonely and cold without you.
I lie in silence, staring at the screen of my phone, willing for it to ding saying it has received a message.
After twenty minutes, my eyes grow weary.
* * *
I don’t know how long I’ve been sleeping when I’m awoken by someone slipping into my bed. My tense body relaxes when Isaac’s whispers, “Don’t scream; it’s me.”
“What time is it?” My voice is extra throaty, proving I’ve been resting for some time.
“It’s nearly dawn.” My heart rate quickens when his lips brush my ear. “I only just got your message.”
I want to ask which one. The one that said I missed him and I’m cold, or the one where I declared my love for him?
Before any words can spill from my lips, Isaac silences me with his perfectly etched mouth. His kiss is lush, deep and passionate. Every lash of his tongue and nip of his teeth has my heart enlarging.
While raking my hand through his luxuriously thick hair, I pull him closer to deepen our kiss. My relationship with Isaac could be construed as only being based on lust, but it is the affection we display during sexual contact that proves even if the fiery passion dampens, something greater will still tie us together.
He tweaks my nipple until it is a stiff peak, every roll increasing the tingle in my aching sex.
“Could you come just from me playing with your nipples?” Isaac asks when my pants of ecstasy purr throughout the room.
“Uh huh.” I’m not the slightest bit embarrassed. “I could come just by looking at you.”
Isaac emits a sexy-as-sin growl that has my thighs trembling. My sex grows wetter when he adjusts the position of my leg so his rapidly hardening rod can rub the seam of my panties.
* * *
Not long after the first orgasm rockets through my body, my alarm clock on my bedside table starts hollering. Not adjusting the speed of his seamless pumps, Isaac grips my alarm clock, yanks its cord out of the wall, and throws it across the room. The alarm clock shatters into pieces when it hits the wall with a thud.
