Page 38 of Only for the Moment
“Kennedy.” He lifted her handfrom his chest and brought it to his face, cupping his own over it to press her closer. “Tell me what you thought about last night.”
His voice had dropped into what she was starting to think of as his Dom register, that commanding tone that curled her toes and made her want to fall to her knees. Except that wasn’t her, was it?
A sigh escaped.
Isaac nipped her palm. “Tell me.”
She really didn’twant to. It was all so fresh, so confusing. “I enjoyed it?”
“Is that a question?” he asked, laughter lightening his eyes. “Because the multiple orgasms you had already told me the answer is yes.”
She rolled her eyes at the satisfaction in his words. “No, it’s not a question. Just don’t go getting a big head about it.”
His hips nudged her thigh, his semi-erect cock making its presence known.“Too late.”
Her hand tightened around his jaw. She rubbed her palm over his stubble, enjoying the rough texture, the real Isaac, when public Isaac was mostly smooth edges. Distracting herself from the burn of tears at the backs of her eyes. A caring, considerate, and yet rough and ready lover who also made her laugh in bed. He really was the perfect package.
Well, almost.
“Why do you need this?”
The question slipped out without her permission, but she didn’t regret the words. Open, honest communication, right?
Isaac pulled her thigh over his, tangling their lower bodies together. “I want control—in bed and out—because that’s who I am.”
“Or because you’re afraid of being any other way.”
He frowned, seeming to consider the possibility. “Does it matter? This is where I feel most comfortable,where I want to be. If I’m not hurting anyone, is it really such a bad thing?”
He was right, he hadn’t hurt her. Still, he was pushing her toward a place where she wasn’t comfortable, wasn’t he?
Except last night, she’d been more than comfortable; she’d been aroused, hungry for more, and ultimately satisfied.
It was her turn to frown. “I still don’t think I’m a sub. And I still don’t see howthis can work.”
He narrowed his eyes on her but didn’t speak.
She waited.
“Love—”
The rasp of his morning-rough voice calling herlovewas almost as sexy as the rasp of his beard. She shivered against him.
“There are two things we need to get straight right now.” Serious blue eyes locked with hers, refusing to let her look away. “One, I don’t live my life by ‘where is this going?’ I see whatI want, and I go after it. There are too many possibilities in life that could be missed if we only chase after the ones that ‘can work.’ No one thought I’d make it in music, either, but look where I am.”
True. Her heart ached at the thought that he’d pursued his dream without support, but that was a discussion for another time. “Okay. And two?”
“Two—I want you.” He brushed her hair back fromher cheek, tucking it behind her ear. “I knew from the moment I saw you sneaking out of that massage room door that there was something different about you. Something I wanted. This…whatever this is between us? I want to explore it. I’m willing to find out where this goes. The question is, are you?”
His words stunned her. She’d felt the same, from the very beginning, but… “It’s barely been aweek.”
“And we’re not getting engaged. So what does the amount of days have to do with anything?”
Good question. She’d never found it easy to just let go and be in the moment, not analyze and make projections and pick apart the details. But then again, she’d never felt as strongly about anyone as she felt about Isaac, complications and all. “You do understand that this isn’t about not wantingyou, right?”
He shifted his knee until it met the core of her body. Rough hair rubbed through her slick labia. “You’re wet, Kennedy.” His grin tugged at something low in her belly that should be thoroughly satisfied after what he’d done to her already. “And you’re not running from my bed screaming.”
Well, she guessed that was a big clue to how interested she was. “I don’t want to disappointyou, Isaac.”
