Page 11 of Resisting Isaac

“Please tell me we’re not about to make small talk,” I say. “I thought we were keeping it anonymous.”

“We are,” he murmurs, that infuriating smirk still on his masculine mouth. He leans in until his intoxicating breath ghosts over my cheek. “Doesn’t mean I can’t learn the way you taste first.”

He doesn’t kiss me again.

He grabs my hand instead, strong and steady, leading me over to the bed. Taking charge still but slowing the pace a bit.

The lamp in the corner illuminates the room and my brain registers how surprisingly luxurious this room is despite the obvious older age of the building.

I’m struggling to adjust. And think straight.

He retrieves the reins he must’ve somehow smuggled in here in the back of his jeans.

He tosses them onto the bed. “Ladies first. Need me to talk you through tying a knot?”

I barely bite back a smile.

Oh, cowboy, have I got some surprises for you.

CHAPTER FIVE

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The girl knows how to tie a knot. I’ll give her that. After stripping me completely naked, and taking her sweet time doing so, she uses the reins in the way I’d hoped she would. Hands bound behind my back, cock at full mast, I watch her and wait.

She chews her lower lip, thinking. Silently evaluating every inch of me from my mouth to my fully erect dick.

“Do I pass inspection?”

She trails her index finger down my chest, slowly, purposefully. Her nails are short and blunt, squared off and covered with red polish so dark it’s almost purple.

“I was expecting more tattoos.”

I have the lower half of a sleeve completed on my right arm and the ranch’s brand on my chest.

“You’d have to tell me your name for me to add it to my art.”

She smiles seductively. “That’s okay. I doubt you’ll have any trouble remembering me.”

Her confidence is as sexy as that perfect ass. The swellsof smooth breasts overflow from her tank top. The urge to bury my face in every part of her is very real.

And getting harder not to act on. Speaking of harder, my dick could bust through a plate glass window.

Which is why my heart nearly breaks when she kisses me softly on the cheek and says, “I need a shower.”

My knees threaten to buckle. “I would offer to help but—” I jerk my chin over my shoulder toward my bound hands.

Her lips lift on one side. “That’s okay, cowboy. You can still watch.”

She walks toward the bathroom, pauses at the clawfoot tub, then moves to turn the spray on in the shower.

“Removable showerhead. Very helpful.”

A growl escapes from my chest. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

Her sly grin turns to a bright blinding smile. “And why not?”

Doing my best to warn her with my eyes, I narrow them on her. “When you come, it’s going to happen in one of two places tonight.”