Page 25 of Only for the Moment
“Always.” Obviously Isaac or Nick had been talking about her. A thrill shot through her, and she barely refrained from rolling her eyes at the schoolgirl reaction. “It helpskeep him sane if I don’t hang around his gigs.”
“I bet.” Matt winked at her, the move seeming more habit than true flirting. “Can I get you something to drink?”
“A water?”
“On its way.”
“Thanks.”
“Yeah, thanks, Matt.”
That accent melted her bones every single time she met him. She savored the sensation as she turned to meet amused blue eyes. Beneath the humor she almost thought there wasa hint of irritation. Directed at his bandmate?
Inner schoolgirl for the win!
She forced the giddiness down deep. “Isaac.”
He seemed to drink her in for a long moment. It was like a curtain dropped between them and the crowd, dimming the noise, cutting the distractions and leaving nothing between them but a sense of connection that shook her with its strength.
Isaac stepped closer. “Kennedy.”
What did you say to the guy who’d tied you up and kissed you senseless? Her tongue couldn’t seem to figure it out, especially with his heat lighting up every nerve ending in her body. Every available thought was absorbed by his eyes, his mouth, the faintest scent of cologne that made her want to nuzzle against him and track down the source.
“Here you go, Ken.” A water bottle appeared beneathher nose.
“Kennedy,” Isaac growled, emphasizing the last two syllables of her name.
Matt smirked his way.
“Get lost, mate.”
Matt roared with laughter, drawing far more attention than Kennedy would have liked. Luckily he took most of it with him when he wandered off into the crowd, which she noticed kept a careful distance from their spot. Thank God for small miracles.
She turned away fromtheir audience, fumbled the cap off her water, took a deep breath.
Isaac moved in close, his shoulders the perfect privacy screen. “I’ve been waiting for you to come by.”
She’d hoped he was thinking about her but was equally surprised that he hadn’t taken the initiative. “Do Doms normally sit around waiting for women to come to them?” she asked, keeping her words just between them.
“Only ifit’s the right woman.” Isaac eased in until his body brushed hers. “And if that woman is skittish.”
That rankled. “I’m not a coward.”
A smile tipped one side of his mouth up. “No, you’re not. Just not quite ready to admit what’s between us.”
Notwhat might be between us. Because he’d already determined that there was something.
She took a swallow of water. “Does that mean…” She cleared herthroat. “What exactly does that mean?”
Isaac took her hand, entwining their fingers. Kennedy leaned back against the glass and tried to ignore the butterflies still fluttering in her stomach.
“At first, I wasn’t really certain,” he admitted. The corners of his eyes crinkled in amusement. “Sex, sure—”
Kennedy sputtered. “We haven’t had sex!”
“Not yet.”
The air between them felt too hot, too…electric.Definitely not yet.The sooner she admitted that part, at least, the better.
