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“I’m sorry,” I whisper, my mind racing to fix this. “I was scared. You were amazing. I didn’t deserve you. I don't…” I correct myself. He takes slow steps toward me, and I just keep rambling. “I wanted to remember it. I never washed it…” I admit the slightly gross truth. “It doesn’t smell like you anymore. But it did for a while–”
“I would have taken care of you,” he whispers, “all you had to do was ask, baby.” He stops no more than six inches away. My eyes flutter shut as I breathe him in, but I shake my head.
“I couldn’t ask…”
“Then don’t ask, just let me,” and then his lips are on mine. His hot body presses into me, one hand in my hair, and the other grabbing a handful of my ass to lift me until my legs wrap around his waist. He consumes my every thought as his lips devour mine. He’s the last man that kissed me like this, with so much passion and desire that it robs me of my breath. I moan against his lips, as I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on for dear life. His tongue pushes between my lips, demanding entrance, so he can taste me.
“Isaiah,” I whisper as my head falls back against the wall, and his lips leave a burning trail of kisses down my neck. When he grinds his hardness against my center, I gasp. He was the last man to make me come…
The first and last, all in one night.
“I need to be inside you. With nothing between us. I want to fuck you over and over, baby, I want you dripping with my cum every night,” his lips close over mine, stealing my words before I can speak them, making me moan. “Until you’re carrying my baby and can never walk away from me again,” he growls, and my body instantly goes to war with my mind.
My body screams yes as my nipples harden painfully, but my mind screams about what a very bad idea that would be…
I shake my head, but he doesn’t stop kissing me, turning his focus to my neck and shoulder.
“No babies,” is all I manage to say, making Isaiah growl before biting my neck in punishment for my denial. I moan, grinding against him as the pain and pleasure turn me on more. “That's not what you want,” I protest, but Isaiah isn’t hearing it.
With my legs still wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck, he pulls away from the wall, leading me to the bed. I fall back, but he fills the space between us quickly, the weight of him over me is so fucking perfect, and my eyes flutter shut.
“You need time,” he whispers, kissing my collarbone, “You need me to show you that you’re mine first,” he punctuates his words with a sharp bite to the top of my breast. And then, just like that, the space above me is empty, and Isaiah is backing away from me.
I sit up, frowning. Lost. Turned on like a fucking light switch connected to a lightning storm.
“You’ve never been shown what a good man looks like.” His smile is sad, and I frown. What? “Never been treated the way a woman deserves.” Isaiah takes one predatory step toward me, and my thighs spread of their own accord, trying to lure him in. Unsuccessfully. “First I’ll make you feel like the wonderful woman I know you are, then I’ll make you fall in love with me.” My sharp gasp makes him smirk. “Then I’ll spend every day and night filling you with my cum until–”
“Stop,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut. His words hit me with a wave of emotion so strong it steals my breath. Hope so strong and overpowering explodes from my chest, even as my mind tries to convince me they’re just pretty words. He doesn’t mean it.
“Until then, I’m not touching a single irresistible inch of you, Sapphire.” My eyes are wide, as he leans over me, presses a kiss to my forehead, and then strides out my bedroom door with an obvious bulge in his pants. “Hurry up, we’re supposed to be sanding,” he says over his shoulder with a sexy smirk.
I sit there on my bed where he deposited me and stare at the empty doorway.
What…
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
I’m frowning at the smiling Isaiah as he sands the deck like he doesn’t have a care in the world. I’m half paying attention to what I’m doing, but mostly, I’m lost in my own head.
I don’t even notice Anton has returned until I hear his voice.
“So, I know this wasn’t what I went to the store for…but…” I climb to my feet, dusting my gloved hands off, and look over at my stepbrother.
“Wha–” My mouth snaps shut when I see what he’s holding. “Kitten?!” I practically scream as I charge him, nearly falling off the porch in my haste to reach him.
“There was this box… I thought maybe it was just discarded tools. But this little lady was there instead.” Anton smiles, but I can see the anger he’s holding back.
“Who would do that!” I demand, and he shrugs.
“Don’t know, but I thought…since you’re here alone.” His words sink in, and my eyes go wide.
“For me?!”
“Well, I’m not a very reliable person when it comes to my schedule,” he admits. I snatch the little baby right out of his hands and cuddle her to my chest.
“Hi, sweetie. Do you want to live with me?” I coo as her little pink nose boops my hand as she sniffs me. She’s pure white with fluffy fur and looks like she’s maybe eight weeks at most. Her fur is matted and dirty. I head straight for the kitchen and fill a small container with water.
I place her down in front of the water and smile as she gobbles it up. Stroking her back, I hum.
