Page 42 of Resisting Isaac

She sighs. “I should’ve probably just pretended to be a beginner. Kept my mouth shut and acted like I was on their level. I’m an actor, it wouldn’t have been that hard.”

I move to stand in front of her. “Hey, no. Never shrink yourself or your talents or abilities to make other people more comfortable.”

The look on her face leads me to continue.

“They’re a little intimidated, yeah. But so what? If anything, watching you pushes them to work harder. That’s a good thing.”

“It doesn’t always feel like a good thing,” she mumbles, staring at her boots.

“Look,” I say, wanting to help her out of this funk she’s in. “I could go around pretending I suck at sex to make every other mediocre guy feel better about himself. But am I going to do that? No.”

Her lips quirk at the corners. “You’re a menace.”

“Only to women who steal my reins and leave me lipstick notes.”

Her cheeks go pink. But she doesn’t deny it.

I lean closer. “Those were my favorite reins, by the way.”

Her lips press together, suppressing a smile I’m betting. “They’re my favorites, too.”

“Something tells me I’m not getting them back. You like to call the shots, huh?”

She nods. “And you’re used to being the one in charge.”

“Typically. Out here at least.” And in the bedroom. But damn it was hot when she took what she wanted. My eyes drop to her lips. I want to kiss her again. I want to taste her so fucking badly.

But I don’t.

Instead, I step back and take a deep breath.

Then I finish my beer and say, “Well, on a positive note we’re doing okay so far, keeping it professional. All things considered. Maybe it will get easier as time passes. Long as we don’t break any more rules.”

Maybe I’ll forget the way her body milked my dick and the scent of her arousal surrounding me while she came over and over.

Doubtful.

She lowers her voice. “That was you keeping things professional? Telling everyone I damn sure like to ride?”

The pause that follows is loaded and thick.

“That was me trying.”

From somewhere behind us, a voice breaks the moment.

“You two coming to dinner?”

Kyle.

Elena glances at me. I wave her on.

“Go ahead, spitfire. Go play nice with the other kids.”

She hops down from the rail, brushing past me. But before she’s out of earshot, she says over her shoulder, “For the record, I’m not planning to break any rules.”

I grin, meeting her gaze. “You mean anymorerules.Again.”

She shakes her head but the smile that teases her lips threatens to steal my breath. Then I watch her walk toward the main house, keeping pace behind her and that perfect ass I’d love to fill my hands with at least one more time.