Page 72 of Heart on Ice

I still.

“I mean it, this is just because we are living in the same house, nothing more,” she adds.

“Are you saying this wouldn’t be happening if I wasn’t here?”

“Yes. Because I wouldn’t be forced to be around you.”

Oh. “Do you not want this?” I question her.

Her brows pull together as she bites her lip. “Yes. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” Then she slides her hand across my face and looks at me. “If we were not forced together, I would never have given you a chance. I would have continued to ignore you and held onto the past.” That is true. “I know I sound like a broken record and it’s nothing against you even though it is about you …” she says, rubbing her thumb across my cheek, “but my heart is non-negotiable. If you think that this is going to change my mind about wanting more with you then let’s not do it.” Wow. Guess I should be happy that she’s being honest with me, but that is a kick in the guts. “You have a lot going on in your life. You shouldn’t be worrying about dating especially me.”

“I want you, Issy,” I declare.

“And I want to fuck you, Saint. But these are my rules,” she explains.

“So, no seeing anyone else while I’m living here. It will just be the two of us messing around until I move out, and then what?” I ask.

“Then we stay being friends.”

“You think you’re going to be able to do that?” Because I sure as hell don’t think I can.

“Of course.”

“And you won’t have a problem if I start dating then?” I ask.

“It would be an adjustment as it would be for you. I want you to be happy,” she states.

“And that’s not with you?” She shakes her head. “Okay. I hear you. We have fun until I move out and then friends.”

Issy’s face lights up. “Deal.”

“Take me to Paradise, Issy.” I grin as I grab her face and kiss her which makes her giggle.

22

ISABELLE

I’m nervous and excited at the same time. I want Pierre, physically. Like he said, this has been the longest foreplay, and honestly, I’m sick of using my battery-operated friend, it doesn’t seem to get me off as well as he does over the phone.

“Holy shit, Issy, you look stunning,” Pierre says as those hazel eyes hungrily look over me. I chose a sexy little black dress that barely covers the front and back of me, and dips low showing off my cleavage. “Is this what you normally wear to the club?” he asks, reaching out and pulling me to him. His hands run down my body until he grabs my ass in his large hand and squeezes it. “You’re not wearing any underwear.” He groans as he holds me against him.

“Didn’t see the point.” I smirk as I run my hand along his hard chest. I told him to put on a pair of loose pants and a top, something that is easy to get in and out of.

“Do you want to skip the club and just stay in?” he says, nuzzling my neck, his lips trailing down my throat, my nipples pebbling with each kiss.

“You’ve been waiting so long to go to it and now you want to stay at home?” I chuckle.

“Why would I need to go when I have everything I want here?” he says, his teeth nip my skin.

Oh.

I look up at him. “What do you want?”

“I want to see you bent over the sofa, legs spread, and show me what I’ve been missing all these years.” I swallow hard as he stares at me darkly. I mean, fucking is fucking either at home or a sex club. Maybe we’ll raincheck the club then. On shaky legs, I walk over to the sofa and do as he asks. I place my stomach on the edge of the sofa, slowly open my legs, feeling the hem of my dress roll over my backside until it is around my waist.

“Fuck, Issy,” he curses behind me and his voice sounds strangled. “You’re even better than I remember.” I bite my bottom lip. “Show me how you’ve been touching yourself all week.”

I close my eyes and let my fingers slide between my thighs, I am already wet.

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