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Isaac has his pants zipped and is in the kitchen getting a rag before I can stand up.
He rubs the towel over my lips, the corners, my chin, and underneath to dry me up.
“We can’t do that again,” he says.
“Why not?” I ask in disbelief as I get to my feet. “I wasn’t good at it? I can keep practicing.”
“No, no. You know that’s not it,” he says.
Grabbing my face, he presses his lips over mine, dips his tongue inside, tasting himself while still tasting of me. When he pulls away, he keeps a grip on the side of my face and says, “You were amazing. But this is wrong. I’m too old for you. I can’t give you what you want.”
“How do you know what I want?” I whisper. “What if I just want orgasms and spankings? You can give me those even though you’re ‘old,’ right?”
Isaac groans and drops his hand from my face. “I’m not stupid. You want romance. Flowers, candles. A big diamond ring and wedding. Babies. You won’t get any of those from me.”
“But…” I start to protest as he’s walking to the door.
“Delete my phone number, Holly. Don’t use it again.”
“Isaac, wait!”
The door in front of him is already open, one boot in, one out.
“What if Joe shows up here?”
His wide shoulders stiffen, but still he doesn’t turn around. “I’ll have someone keep an eye on the place until we find him.”
Someone.
“Why not you tonight?”
“See, this is what I’m talking about,” he says as he half turns around but refuses to look at me, most likely because I’m standing there in only my tall black boots. “I don’t do fucking sleepovers, Holly.”
“Then send one of your young, cute biker friends. Maybe they do sleepovers.”
It’s a stupid thing to say since I wouldn’t actually hit on one of his MC buddies. Isaac most likely knows that too. But maybe he’ll at least turn around and look at me again, still naked, still dripping wet from his tongue and having his cock in my mouth.
After a long, silent moment, Isaac curses, then shuts the door, staying inside the town house.
“I’ll…” He turns around, gaze trailing straight to my breasts and then between my legs as he becomes speechless. Knowing I have that effect on him makes me giddy. Still, I try not to look smug as I slip my hands submissively to my lower back as if I have no idea it’ll cause my breasts to jut out a little further.
Isaac squeezes his eyes shut, then covers them with his hand to rub his temples as if trying to ensure he doesn’t look my way.
Finally, he says, “I’ll sleep here tonight, but that’s it.Sleep.And tomorrow, I will find that fucker.”
“Thank you.” I let out a sigh of relief.
I really have been worried Joe would come by pissed and angry. I never should’ve told him where I lived. I won’t again until the tenth date. Maybe later.
“Goddammit,” Isaac mutters again before he drops his hands. Strolling up to me, forcing his eyes to stare into mine, his bearded jaw clenched tight, he says, “You are by far the most…manipulative woman I have ever met.”
“I take it that’s not a compliment?”
“No, Holly. It’s not a compliment.”
“I’ll get you a pillow and blanket for the couch.” Isaac’s brow rises in surprise, like he expected me to insist he sleep in my bed so I could coerce him into sex.
But no, I wanted his resolve to snap, and it did. I’ve had his mouth on me, got my mouth on him. Now I plan to wait. To let him be the one who comes to me, wanting me, begging for more.
