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“But, Isaiah. . . ”
I lift my head. “If you say you’re going to keep it safe, I believe you, but right now, I want you to put it on the floor. ”
She half smirks with a twinkle in her eye. “You’re bossy. ”
“Yes,” I admit. Hear what I’m saying, Rachel. Listen to what a controlling mess you’re falling for. “I am. ”
The money hits the floor, and my hands immediately frame her face. She has skin so soft that I worry about damaging her with a gentle touch. Her breathing hitches as my lips come close to hers. I’m going to kiss her. “Tell me I’m who you want. ” So I know there are no mistakes.
Her nose slides against mine as she slowly nods. “I don’t want anyone else. ”
God help us both for her allowing the devil permission.
Chapter 42
Rachel
THE KISS COMES HOTTER AND faster than before. Our lips move quickly, a hunger grows between us that can’t seem to be quenched. There’s a rhythm, a dance, and somehow, I know the steps. An instinct tells me to follow his lead, to explore even further, to touch.
My hands drift down his back and when I feel scorching skin near the hem of his shirt, I gasp for air. Isaiah moans, and his lips leave mine to travel along my throat. My heart picks up speed as my entire body becomes one live electrical current.
His tongue swirls against the sensitive skin right where my jaw meets my neck. I shiver and press my body closer to his. When he meets my lips again, Isaiah loops his arm around my waist and pulls me farther onto the bed. On our sides, his body heat penetrates past my clothes, past my skin, creating an inferno in my blood.
A sudden coldness causes my eyes to flash open. Kneeling beside me, Isaiah’s hands go behind his head and he yanks off his shirt, tossing it to the floor. A flutter of excitement and nerves trembles in my stomach. I swallow and stare at the golden tiger rippling with the muscle in his arm. Biting my lip, I dig deep for courage. My hand reaches out. Stops. And I curl my fingers in.
“It’s okay, Rachel. Go ahead. ” He angles so that the tiger is closer to me.
I outline the tattoo, enjoying its beauty. “I love this one. ”
In the beams of street light scattered into the dark bedroom by the slatted blinds, I watch as Isaiah’s eyes melt into silver. “It’s my favorite,” he says. “One day I’ll get a tattoo for you. ”
Warmth explodes in my chest, in awe that he would mark himself for me. “You don’t have to. ”
“I will. ” His fingers trace my cheek and chills of pleasure run down my spine. “It’s what I do. Each tattoo represents the only happy memories I’ve had. And you, Rachel, you’re the happiest. ”
My lips move up, and his fingers brush them in response.
“I dream of your smile. ” He follows the curve as if he’s an artist. “I’ve thought about you every night since the first night we met. ”
There’s a power I only feel when I’m with Isaiah. A boldness I’ve never possessed in my life. Never in a million years would I have imagined I’d be the girl who’d say she was falling fast for a boy before he did. Never in a million years did I think I’d be lying in bed with a totally ripped guy that has his shirt off. But Isaiah has this effect on me. He makes me feel stronger than I really am.
There’s a pulse in my body, vibrating every pressure point. “I like kissing you. ”
His hand lowers to my waist. “I could kiss you forever. ”
I lazily glance at him from under my eyelashes. “Just kissing. ” Because I think I’ll combust if we do more.
The right side of his mouth quirks. “Just kissing. And some touching. ” To prove his point Isaiah’s hands caress my back, weave into my hair and slide against the dip of my waist.
Yes, definitely some touching. I inhale deeply, reminding myself that breathing is still a requirement. “I agree. Some touching. No new clothes off. ”
Because I’d probably pass out at the thought of his jeans off. They already hang low on his hips. Too low. Very low. Low enough that I start to imagine what more there is to him.
Isaiah wraps his hand around the back of my neck and performs this deep massage that makes my eyes roll into my head in ecstasy. “I’ll put my shirt back on if you want. ”
“No,” I breathe out. “I’m fine with it off. ” More than fine.
I lick my lips as his teeth nibble on my earlobe. Between my muscles melting under his touch, my blood tingling with the teasing of my ear and the way my foot rubs against his calf, my thoughts become hazy.
