“I was working.”
I take a moment to relish the truth in her eyes before asking, “Why didn’t you say that this morning when I asked you the same question?”
“Because I was angry with you.” With how honest her eyes are, her reply shouldn’t shock me, but it does. Wholeheartedly. “I wanted you to feel what I felt when I saw you with Tatiana.”
“I already felt it, Isabelle,” I bark out before I can remind myself that the person I want to fight isn’t the woman in front of me. It is the men I witnessed her kiss. “When you had your lips on not one but two men in a week.”
Her lips curl into a snarl. “That isn’t even close to the hurt I felt watching you fuck your way through half the female population in Ravenshoe.” She shakes her head before pivoting away from me. “I don’t know why I bothered coming here.”
“Stop, Isabelle,” I demand when she races for the cranked-open roller door.
Forever stubborn and stumbling enough to assure me she’s on the verge of crying, she continues sprinting for the door.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I race after her.
Just as she’s about to sprint outside, I band my arm around her waist and pull her back.
“I said stop!”
She fights me like she did the night Col Petretti ruined our plans the first time around. She kicks out her arms and legs while screaming on repeat for me to let her go.
The salty blobs streaming down her face have me throwing caution to the wind, not to mention recalling how stupid I was to let Col pick my battles.
I’m not a kid he can boss around anymore.
I’m not even his enemy.
I am the man who will show him you don’t need to be evil to win.
When Isabelle’s wish to get away from me ramps up, I press my lips to the shell of her ear and confess, “I haven’t slept with anyone since you.”
“You’re a liar!” she spits out, her voice riddled with tears that will scar my heart for eternity. “You had a condom in your wallet. You were planning on sleeping with Tatiana.”
I see red. Not just at her accusation that I’m a deceitful man, but also at the reminder she was the one who packed a strip of magnum condoms for a date with a man she had only just met. Back then, I assumed they were left over from our trip toMummo Koti.Now I’m not so sure.
“Let’s get one thing straight, Isabelle. I don’t fucking lie, ever!” I give her worked-up head a chance to absorb the actuality in my tone before continuing, “And two, I got that condom out ofyourpurse. That night, I gave you the benefit of the doubt that you put it in there for me, not Ryan, but you didn’t consider giving me the same courtesy.”
She freezes in an instant before her wide-with-guilt eyes shift to me. I can see a million apologies swirling in her alluring brown eyes, but not a word seeps from her lips. She is too stunned to talk and very much confused.
Since all her bewilderment stems around me, I attempt to eradicate it. “Not everything is as it seems, Isabelle, but I haven’t been with anyone sexually except you since our weekend away.” As my eyes bounce between hers, I mutter, “Whether you choose to believe me or not is your choice.”
When I place her back on her feet, she waits a beat before she pivots around to face me. Her wet eyes float over my face for several long seconds before she murmurs, “I believe you.”
The sweat coating my face and body from my workout soaks her palm when she cups my jaw. She smiles when my cheek spasms in response to her meekest touch, then she adds to its tremor by balancing on her tippytoes so she can seal her mouth over mine.
My mouth traps her moan when she spears her tongue between my lips. With wanton moans, perfectly-timed licks, and a heap of inappropriate tongue, she tastes me as I’ve been dying to taste her the past two weeks.
For the first couple of seconds, I let her control the pace of our kiss, but when the urge to dominate her becomes too strong, I curl her legs around my waist before dueling my tongue with hers.
Isabelle’s intoxicating scent permeates the air when she rubs her pussy against my rock-hard cock. She doesn’t stop at one grind. She rises and falls on my thickened shaft enough times, the urge to slip her panties to the side and slam home almost overwhelms me.
I would if I trusted we were alone.
My every move is being scrutinized right now, and it would be foolish of me to believe otherwise.
“No.” Isabelle breathlessly whines when I pull back. While darting my eyes outside, I mutter, “Not here.”
I set her back on her feet, tug her skirt down so her moist panties are hidden, then curl my hand around hers. The frantic beat of her pulse felt through our conjoined hands makes my steps to my car super fast. Almost too fast for Isabelle.
