Page 27 of Only for the Moment
Chapter Eleven
Isaac hurried from the elevator the minute the doors slid open. He was such a shit. Kennedy had trusted him with her response to his kiss, with her honesty, and the first chance he got, he pushed her. She’d obviously been struggling, and he’d pushed. Why?
Because he’d been frustrated and achy for two days, waiting for her to come to him, to make her choice.
He was definitelya shit.
He’d been on her heels as she beelined for the door, but Nick had called him back to the phone. Anyone else he would’ve blown off, but not Grace. She needed to know Chris wouldn’t commit. There was still hope, but Isaac was now actively looking for a new headliner—anyone but him.
Which made him a shit and a dickhead. Not his best day.
Standing in front of Kennedy’s door, he forced himselfto stop, breathe, think before he made everything worse than it already was. Where was his legendary control now? One hand rose to rub at the tattoo on his shoulder as he prayed Oliver’s spirit animal would give him the words he needed. Oliver had always been good at that—one of the gifts they’d had in common. He didn’t trust his own skill at the moment. And he had a feeling if he blew it thistime with Kennedy, he wasn’t getting another chance.
Christ, he missed his mate right now.
Zeroing in on the door, he gave it a firm knock.
The door swung open a few inches. Kennedy stood in the gap, and for a moment his brain filled with static, blocking the path of words to tongue. Probably a good thing, because the sight of her in a thin black tank top and gray yoga pants that hid very littlecould’ve led to some highly inappropriate comments. He was already in the doghouse.
Kennedy seemed to get the picture anyway, if the pretty blush that swept her cheeks was anything to go by.
“I’m sorry.”
She planted a fist on her hip. “An apology? I thought you Dom types didn’t do the humbling-yourself thing.”
Knowing V, he found that hard to believe. The man was as true a Dominant as anyoneIsaac had known, and if he screwed up, he had no problem getting on his knees. Which meant Kennedy was sassing him.
Maybe he could show her his favorite apology position: on his knees between a sub’s legs.
He shook the image away before his cock could respond too obviously. “Are you gonna give me shit or finally let me into your space so we can talk?”
Kennedy dropped her chin, but not beforehe caught the tiniest smile on those sexy pink lips. Without a word she stepped back, taking the door with her. Isaac followed.
Her apartment was smaller than the penthouse, but the living space was decorated in warm autumn colors and modern touches that fit what he knew of her personality well. The large desk beside one window was covered in files and notes, but the fleece blanket on the couchsaid she hadn’t been working.
The TV was on mute, the remote beside a bowl of ice cream, and on-screen a group of teenage boys were frantically trying to reattach a penis that appeared to have broken off a tabletop statue.
What the—
Kennedy snorted, and Isaac turned to see her watching him watch the TV. “Don’t tell me,” she said. “You’ve never seenGoonies.”
Nick took Isaac’s education inAmerican cinema seriously and had introduced him to many classics over the years, but they hadn’t covered a movie involving gelded male statues. “No.”
She smirked before leading the way to the couch. “You’re in for a treat then. It’s one of my favorites.”
This was his punishment, wasn’t it, watching her softly swaying ass in those clingy pants? He held back a groan and settled next to her onthe couch, grateful when she let his proximity to her—thigh to thigh—go without comment.
“One of your favorites, huh?” It would be a surprise to know Kennedy enjoyed emasculated men—the woman struck him as enjoying getting as good as she gave. He glanced at the TV, grateful to see the group had moved on from the statue to what looked like a dusty attic.
“Yeah.” Kennedy retrieved her bowl fromthe table. “Vinny and I used to have TV night when we were home on vacations and my parents were out. Nothing made me laugh more thanGoonies. Except maybeFerris Bueller’s Day Off. My brother was always more of aNational Lampoon’s/Spaceballsfan.”
Those he knew. Nick’s taste obviously mimicked Vincent’s.
Kennedy hit rewind on the remote. “If you haven’t seen the movie, you don’t know aboutthe Truffle Shuffle, do you?”
“I don’t think so.”
She shot him a look. “It’s usually a necessity before you can cross the threshold at my place.”
