Page 60 of Burn With Me

“Come out, Aurora,” he says. “What are you scared of?”

I glance at the window. “I shouldn’t even be talking to you right now,” I say, more to myself than to him.

Still, he answers. “There’s nothing stopping you from hanging up right now,” he points out. “Give in, Aurora, you know you like this. You like me.”

“You drive me insane,” I reply.

“You didn’t deny me, though, did you?” His voice deepens. “In fact, I recall your nails in my back as I fucked your tight little pussy last weekend. You really telling me you don’t want a repeat of that?”

“Maybe I am.” I turn my head and press the phone between my ear and shoulder as I stand up and reach down to my jeans. They’re too fucking tight. I unbutton them and shuck them off, kicking them into the corner of my room as I reach for my dresser and yank it open to pull out a pair of thin leggings instead.

“You’re so sexy when you lie, Sunshine,” Isaac says. “You barely even miss a beat. Makes me wonder what else you’re lying about—maybe you’re lying to yourself.”

I lean back against my bed as I yank the leggings up first, one leg and then the other before standing again and pulling them up to my waist. “What do you want, Isaac?” I finally demand. “What’s this really about?”

“I want what I said,” he says. “I want you to come outside. As much as I love the sound of your voice in my ear, I want to see you in person.”

“That’s not a good idea.” I move to the closet and pull the phone from my ear, quickly switching it to low volume and putting it on speaker before setting it on the shelf above my hangers.

“I’m just making sure you’re not trying to back out of your promise to see me this weekend.” Isaac’s words make me flinch.

“That’s not a good idea either,” I say. “Besides, what the hell would you be doing at a piercing shop?”

“You looked up the address.” He chuckles. “Smart girl, and if you’re really that curious then you’ll find out when I pick you up on Friday.”

“I thought you gave me the time so I could meet you there.” My fingers find a long-sleeved mint green fleece sweater and I pull it off the hanger.

Isaac hums in the back of his throat before responding. “No, that time was for you to be ready by. I’m a gentleman, baby. I’ll be picking you up for our date—just like I am right now.”

“We’re not dating.” I yank the sweater over my head until it drops down past my ass.

“So, what then?” he prompts. “You’re just using me for sex? I didn’t expect you to be that kind of girl.”

A growl of frustration erupts from me and I snatch the phone from the shelf before dropping onto my ass and reaching for a pair of sneakers at the bottom of the closet. “You’re just trying to get under my skin,” I say accusingly. “I don’t know what you’re planning, but I’m not falling for it, Isaac.”

The ties of my sneakers get tangled as I yank them out and grunt in irritation. “Don’t make me wait too long, Aurora,” Isaac replies. “I’ll give you ten minutes to get your pretty ass out the front door of your dorm and if not, I’ll be coming after you.”

“I’m not going on a date with you, Isaac,” I repeat.

“It’s too late to back out of this now, goddess.” Isaac’s words dip again, and his low baritone sounds like both a dangerous warning and a promise of something sinful. Shivers skate down my spine and I suck in a quick breath through my nose. My muscles bunch. My fingers go still against the ties of my shoes.

“And what if I don’t come,” I say. “What then? You’re going to break into my dorm? What would your father have to say about that?”

Silence, and then… “Just for that little comment, I’m cutting down your time. Five minutes, Aurora. I’ll see you soon.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to respond. A second later, the line clicks and goes quiet. The reflection of my phone screen shows that he’s ended the call. I groan and rework my sneaker ties again, hurriedly untangling them and putting them on.

Isaac Icari is going to be the death of me, I just know it.

28

ISAAC

When Aurora emerges from Rozenfeld, she’s got her long blonde hair thrown up into a messy bun. She’s wearing an oversized sweater that hides the curvaceous form I know lies beneath her clothes and she’s scrubbed her face clean of makeup. Fuck, she’s still gorgeous—even if she is a little liar.

She spots me across the parking lot and scowls. I wait, leaning back against my Escalade as she makes her way over to me. I can’t help but watch her, eating up the long length of her legs encased in black leggings as she approaches. She stops a few feet in front of me and crosses her arms.

“Alright, I’m fucking here,” she snaps. “Now, what do you want?”

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