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“How rough?” A tinge of fear trickled back to her. Never being with a man suddenly sent her nerves into a nosedive.
Doc tilted her chin up with his index finger. “Not as rough as I’m sure you’re imagining, but more than you should have for your first time.”
Her heart sank. “I was hoping you wouldn’t figure that out.”
“Babe, give me a little credit.” He smirked. “I want you, Isa. I want you so fucking bad it physically hurts.”
“But—”
“But I want you to be ready. One hundred and ten percent ready.” He searched her eyes. “Because once I have you, princess, I’ll want you every chance I get. I don’t think you’re ready for that. Are you?”
Isa worried her lips together and lowered her gaze. Her body told her she was ready, but her heart disagreed. “Maybe not.” She sighed. “But I want to be.”
Gently tugging on her bra strap, he led her to the bed. “Then let’s get you ready, yeah?”
She nodded and followed him. “What do you want me to do?”
Doc propped his head up on his hand. “Tell me about yourself, Isa.”
“What?” She smiled. “What do you mean?”
“Well, I’d like to learn more about you.”
He was content to merely lie on her bed shirtless, displaying his ornate canvas of skin.
Getting to know each other was a good idea. She wasn’t sure why they hadn’t before.
“All right. I grew up in a very Catholic family.”
Doc snapped his fingers. “There it is. That’s why you’re such a naughty girl.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, smartarse.”
He chuckled. “Go on.”
“It was Mum and me for the most part. Well, and Niall and Orla.”
“Your friends?”
She smiled reminiscently. “They were always there for me. It’s odd to be away from them even for a short amount of time.”
“I can understand that.” He kicked off his boots, clearly ready to stay all night. “Have you always wanted to design clothes?”
“Well, no. There was a time I thought for certain I’d be a model.”
“You could definitely pass for one.” His eyes dipped over her, and she immediately remembered she was half naked. Somehow, it didn’t bother her. The slight chill in the room, on the other hand, did. She rolled off the bed and grabbed a sweatshirt, pulling it on fast.
“Mum and I spent a lot of time outside. She loved to garden. I’m not the best at it, honestly. Sketching and designing I learned quickly.” She sat opposite him on the bed. “Once Orla found her niche in candle and soap making, it fell together.”
“Where does Niall fit in?”
Isa thought back to her two best friends. “Niall is our finance whiz. His family comes from money, so he set us up with the shop. Orla lived with me in the flat above it until she and Niall got together. Orla had a huge crush on him, but the twat didn’t make his move until she was almost in love with someone else.”
“Timing is everything.”
She met his eyes. “I suppose it is.” Silence simmered momentarily. She wasn’t sure how much to tell him about her life in Ireland. Even if they had an iota of a chance, she didn’t want to scare him off with tales of her secondary school adventures.
“Your friends sound nice. You’re lucky to have them.”
