“Isaac,” she says with a tone that acknowledges the danger of expressing those words out loud between us.
“I know I’ve made your life hell, but I will make this go away, and you will go to Harvard, and I will be here with the kids when you need someone. I won’t go anywhere.”
My cock strains against my briefs and presses against her leg. She can surely feel exactly how badly I want her. Yet, I have to slow down. I have to tell her how I feel before I plunge into her and drag her into the dark underworld that makes up the backdrop of my life — for now.
“What about?—”
I can tell from the smallest movements in her face that she’s asking about Tylee, even if she doesn’t dare say my ex-wife’s name with our bodies pressed together like this. I can feel the anxious energy hanging between us.
“We both have a past, Gabby. I know mine hasn’t left us alone, but I can’t help when I met you. I would have stayed away from you but… I couldn’t have let any harm come to you.”
My cock jerks against her leg again. Breath moves through her body slowly. I want her so badly it hurts.
“You have three kids with her.”
“I love kids.”
“Isaac…”
“Listen, Gabby. I’ve been with one woman most of my life. I know exactly what I don’t want anymore… and exactly what I do. I’ll let you walk away, but that’s not what I want.”
“What do you want?”
“To love you.”
She lets me kiss her, and I feel grateful that her lips part to accept mine. I let my tongue slide into her mouth possessively and enjoy sucking on her full lower lip as we pull apart again. I want to look into her dark brown eyes one last time before I make love to her…
“Isaac?” Gabby says, and I worry that she’s going to change her mind.
“What is it?”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Gabby
“The last guy I loved cheated on me, Isaac.”
“You want me to kill him?” he asks, with absolutely no hesitation, not even the slightest thought that this might not be what I want from him. My body stiffens, although mysteriously I notice that Isaac’s cock is still pressed up against my leg – still hard.
“No…” I say. “I don’t want to love the wrong man again.”
Isaac chuckles. “Oh, baby. I’m definitely the wrong man… But I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I’ll pay that Harvard tuition if you want.”
“You don’t have that kind of money.”
“You don’t know what kind of money I have.”
Fair.
“Shut up,” I whisper, and kiss him to avoid talking about finances. Or how badly he wants me to stay with him. When we stop talking, I want him. But whenever I let myself think, the guilt talks me out of it. There’s a part of me that wants to stop myself from having nice things. Like… because my ex cheated on me with his sister, I feel like I owe it to the world to descend into madness, to become a suspicious mess.
I mean… Isaac’s ex tried to kill me, so my paranoia isn’t exactly out of the blue.
But his body close to mine makes me forget all my worries. He relaxes me completely. And the swollen wet spot between my legs yearns for him the way my lips are desperate for more of Isaac’s kisses.
“I’ll shut up if you grab my cock and slide it between your legs,” he whispers between soft kisses that thrust me straight into the hands of temptation, which I am utterly powerless to fight against.
Because I have permission – and not out of sheer desire – I reach my hand between Isaac’s legs. The massive slab of meat throbbing in my hand causes an instant physical reaction in me.Desire.Isaac makes a low growl in the back of his throat. I imagine a dick that big would only be more sensitive all over. I want to feel him inside me…