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My shirt rides up and Isaiah rubs his thumb in small circles on the bare skin of my stomach. The sensation causes me to arch my back and Isaiah groans as I kiss his neck. I like these feelings. Actually, I more than like them. They’re addicting, and I love how every little thing I do causes Isaiah to kiss and touch me more.
He rolls and I move with him. Our tangled legs become unraveled as my thighs fall open, accepting his weight. Isaiah’s body over mine is heavier than I would have imagined, but it’s a weight I craved without knowing it.
Isaiah kisses up my neck and when his lips meet mine again, he rocks his hips. Suddenly very aware parts of him are touching very aware parts of me, and my head falls to the side as a new sensation spikes through my body. One I’ve never felt before. One I want to feel again. One that. . .
My hands slip to Isaiah’s chest and I push. “Isaiah. ”
Isaiah rolls us again, except this time his back is against the mattress and he slides me next to his side. His chest moves up and down at a rapid pace, and that’s when I notice that my breaths match his.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod, unable to think of anything coherent to explain why I did what I did. It was just new and fast and glorious and. . .
Isaiah places his fingers under my chin and has me look into his eyes. “It’s okay to stop. ”
“I know,” I whisper, but to be honest, I don’t know if it is. I’m seventeen. Everyone else I know has done more. . . some way more. . . some into territories beyond way and into lands I don’t think I’ll ever visit.
Isaiah has to be more experienced than me. Has probably been wit
h the girls who have no fear of pushing every boundary. Is it really okay for me to be. . . “I’m sorry I’m slow. ”
He brushes my hair over my shoulder. “You’re not slow. ”
I raise an eyebrow.
“I’m serious. ” When he sees I’m unconvinced, he rubs at his stubble and starts again. “I don’t want you to give any more than you want. What makes this special is that you’re into it. The moment you aren’t, that’s where I become a bastard for asking for more. I’m telling you, I’ve got no problem taking it slow. ”
I sigh. It’s the right words, but—
“Stop with the analyzing. Rachel, I’ve listened to the same movie bullshit you have about guys wanting to find the right girl and then wanting to take it slow because they believe the girl is worth the wait. I’ll admit, I never believed it, but meeting you. . . it’s not bullshit anymore. ”
The right side of my mouth curves up. I’m worth waiting for.
Chapter 43
Isaiah
THE CLOCK ON THE SCREEN flashes as it hits the one-minute mark. I finished the test fifteen minutes ago, but I review my answers repeatedly. This is my future, and there is no room for mistakes. In less than sixty seconds, I’ll have earned my ASE certification.
The computer freezes—time’s up. What had been a silent room becomes noisy as the other guys from class who took the “field trip” to the testing center relax back in their seats and talk to one another.
“Isaiah,” Zach calls. “How’d you do?”
“Okay. ” I kicked ass.
“Good. ” He leaves his buddies and rests his hip against the half cubicle wall meant to dissuade cheating. “Did Rachel tell you about my proposal?”
“I don’t think you need to be proposing anything to my girl. ” The area between my skin and muscles vibrates. Rachel didn’t tell me crap, but I won’t let Zach know that. I plaster a deadpan look on my face, stretch out my legs so that Zach has to move and angle my arms so that he sees my tats.
Zach takes a wise step away. “Just trying to help. Heard you need money and you know I’ll match any wager. ”
“If you want to race me, you come to me. Not to Rachel. ”
He becomes a cocky prick when he smiles. “I don’t want to race you. I want to race her. ”
My legs fold in as I lean forward. Zach nearly trips over himself as he stumbles back. “She’s not racing. ” An eerie silence hangs in the room as everyone watches the showdown.
After a few seconds of me staring and Zach saying nothing, the room returns to normal.
