Page 118 of Surfer's Paradise

Rosie’s heart clenched.

Because she couldn’t do that.

Not with him.

Not when it had never been casual for her.

She broke the kiss, breathing hard, feeling her lips swollen, her body traitorously aching.

Isaac’s hands tightened on her waist, his gaze burning with hunger, with amusement.

Like he thought he had her.

Like he’d already won.

Rosie swallowed hard.

Then, with everything in her, she pushed out of his lap.

Rosie felt his hands slip away as she rose to her feet, stepping back, putting space between them.

And fuck, she needed that space.

Because every inch of her body was still screaming for him, still heated from his touch, still traitorously aching for the one thing she knew she couldn’t have.

But this wasn’t about what her body wanted.

This was about what her heart couldn’t take.

Isaac watched her carefully, his dark gaze unreadable, lips still swollen from their kisses, his breath just the slightest bit uneven.

She knew that look.

That lazy, cocky smirk, like she was playing hard to get.

Like this was just another game he could win if he played it right.

Rosie squared her shoulders.

“This goes no further.”

Isaac’s smirk faltered.

His brows lifted, slow, confused. “What?”

She folded her arms, her voice steady, unwavering. “You can’t charm me into this, Isaac.”

The air crackled, something heavy settling between them.

This wasn’t a game anymore.

Isaac sat back, his jaw tightening, his hands flexing on his thighs.

For the first time, he looked uncertain.

“Rosalie…” he started, but for once, he didn’t have the words.

She shook her head.

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