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“Do you want a drink?” I offer as I flick all the lights on. “I’m sure you do after that.”
I glance over to Isabella to catch her nodding before I grab some glass tumblers. Well, that was my intention, but I’m so struck by the sight of Isabella that I can hardly move. She’s wearing a skimpy little bikini with an opaque sarong tied around her waist. There is nothing left to the imagination, I can see every peak and valley of her body which ignites me in flames.
Holy shit. I already knew that there was something gorgeous about this woman, but now I’m all caught up in the idea that she’s a stone-cold fox. The hottest woman I have ever seen in my life. She actually makes my entire body light up like a damn Christmas tree.
The small voice in the back of my brain telling me that it really isn’t a good idea to look at Isabella, is too quiet for me to hear her. I’m consumed by the thought of her holding me not so long ago, clinging to me as if I’m the only man who could save her.
“Do you have anything fruity?”
Isabella rests her hands on her hips as she eyes me curiously. I jolt back to reality, realizing I don’t want her to notice me stripping her down with my eyes, imagining what it would be like to close the gap between us so we can finally find out what this heat is.
Is it hatred? Is it something else? Who the hell knows but I do want to find out more…
“Right, a fruity drink,” I reply raspily. “Yes, I’m sure I can make that happen. I’ll see what I have.”
I don’t look at Isabella as I make the drink, but I’m acutely aware of her presence. I canfeelher even if I can’t see her. As she takes a seat on my couch and stretches out her luscious long legs, I know I’m in trouble. My brain fogs over, rational thought vanishes, I don’t think I’ve ever been in quite as much trouble as this… but I also know there is no chance I’ll send Isabella away now, and not just because of Hank and her fear, but because even though I shouldn’t, I want her.
ChapterTen
ISABELLA
“Stop fighting this, sexy sweetheart, I’m taking you with me. I know you want me, that’s why, and deep down I think you know it too.”
I shudder, pushing that damn voice out of my mind. I don’t want to think about Hank the pervert while I’m here with Elijah, actually getting a real glimpse of him. I can tell myself that I’m doing this for Olivia, so I can find out what sort of father he might be to her in the future, but I know that’s not the truth.
Something about the way Elijah protected me from a man who wanted to do me harm has unlocked him in a new light. I’m seeing him in a way I know I shouldn’t. Because there is no denying it, he is a hot older man.
Freaking gorgeous. I don’t know why Olivia’s mom let him go. Why someone else hasn’t snapped him up.
He’s a God.
Nothing like the childish idiots at the beach rave. That makes my head spin even more. I know I should have wanted them to flirt with me and dance with me, but they turned me off. Being around Elijah is like being somewhere new and exciting.
A bit like the island, I suppose, where anything can happen.
As Elijah hands me a fruity looking cocktail that he’s just whipped up on a whim, because of course he has, his fingers graze over mine making my pulse pound with delight. He has to be able to feel the sizzle between us as well. Iknowit’s naughty, but that’s what I like…
God, what is wrong with me?
Does it even matter? No one will find out.
“You have something…” Before I can stop him, Elijah’s thumb brushes lightly over my bottom lip, making me flinch more than I want to. But I can’t play it cool when I’m sitting on nails just waiting to see what will happen next.
“There, gone.”
The small smile playing on his lips is intoxicating. I haven’t seen him smiling genuinely like this, it makes me wonder what else he hides away and only lets out for the right people. The magnetic tug nearly yanks me into him, crashing my lips to his. I can’t recall the last time I felt this addicted to someone, this needy. I know it’s been a while for me, but even before then. I don’t think anyone has had this impact on my body…
“So, why weren’t you at the beach rave?”
I don’t know if Elijah is talking just to give us something else to focus on rather than one another, or if he’s really interested, but his words only cause the breath to catch in my throat.
Fuck, this bikini really is skimpy, isn’t it?
I’m all too aware of it now, and the way his eyes keep falling downwards to check me out.
I’m also very aware of how many clothes he has on.
It isn’t fair, I want to know what’s going on underneath all of that material. I want to really explore that fit body of his. How do I ask him nicely to show me his chest without seeming like a pervert?
