Page 10 of Resisting Isaac

But it’s worse than if we were.

Because now, all I can do is imagine it.

The brush of his knuckles. His palms on my hips. His mouth right there on my neck, where the pulse is fluttering like a trapped bird.

He’s still not touching me. But I can feel the heat rolling off him in waves, his breath hot on my skin when he speaks again.

The doors open but he doesn’t move.

“You change your mind at any time,” he says, “you say the word. We stop.”

He reaches out an arm to keep the doors open.

My chin tips up. “Same goes for you. I can be a little much.” Or a lot much if you ask any of my previous lovers.

His eyes darken. His jaw ticks. “I don’t think that will be an issue.”

Her jerks his chin and I check the signs with the room numbers, then turn right toward my suite.

“Is this the part where you tell me you’re about to blow my mind, cowboy? Gonna change my life, ruin me for every other guy?”

He smirks and a small, amused sound escapes him. “I prefer to show, not tell.”

I blink up at him, electricity crackling down my spine. “Good. In my experience, guys who do a lot of talking are typically a disappointment.”

He arches a brow as we reach the door. “I can say with one hundred perfect certainty, whatever we do in this room will not be a disappointment.”

“Mighty big talk,” I tease.

“I’m about to show you ‘mighty big,’ spitfire. Open the door.”

I scan the key card and open the door. He holds it open then follows inside.

The minute we’re both inside, letting the door close behind us, my seemingly cool cowboy turns savage as he presses me against the wall.

“Fuck, watching you ride that bull nearly killed me,” he admits.

“Did it?” I tease. “If that was too much for you, then how are you going to handle me riding you?”

His eyes flash. “Very carefully.”

He shocks me by gripping my jaw and staring into my eyes just before crashing his mouth to mine.

I hadn’t expected kissing. Hadn’t really wanted it since this was just a one off. But he’s so damn good at it, I lose myself in him.

His tongue sweeps inside, and I moan loudly without meaning to. He tastes so good I want to tell him so. He swallows my whimpers then thrusts an enormous denim-clad erection against my thigh.

Mighty big might’ve been an understatement.

“Fuck,” I bite out, catching my breath as I angle to dry hump the massive monster in his pants. My clit zings at the contact as my pussy clenches on emptiness.

“Easy, spitfire. We have all night.”

He pulls back to grin at me, and I barely resist the urge to bite him. That’s new.

I pout. Also new.

But I thought this was about to be a rough hot fuck against a door. My throbbing clit thought so too.