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“In that case, yes.” Isaac smiled. “It’ll be nice to spend a whole day with you.”
Nory felt so pleased she wanted to do a “Woo-hoo!” but she held it in.
“And now I’d like to ask you something,” Isaac said, his eyes becoming hooded, his nostrils flaring ever so slightly.
“Yes?” she asked, her knees quivering in anticipation.
“Would you like to come back to my cottage right now?”
“Yes, please!” she gushed while thinking,What’s happening to me? My bosoms are actually heaving!
He smiled and bent down, kissing her neck lightly and then gently grazing her skin with his teeth, so that she gasped. He grinned wickedly and said, “You’ve got five minutes to say your goodbyes and meet me by my car at Noel and Son’s car park. And then you’re mine.”
Good god!At this rate she wouldn’t make it as far as the cottage.
Her eyes scanned the clusters of revelers. Then suddenly a purple glitter hat pulled low over an elfin face rose above the crowd as Thomas lifted Lucas up and onto his shoulders. They were all together,thank god!Nory did a sort of half jog over to them and said her goodbyes.
“There’s nothing wrong, is there?” asked her mum.
“No, no, just bride-to-be stuff, you know Jenna,” Nory reassured her mum.
“I didn’t get a call,” said Ameerah, checking her phone.
“No, you wouldn’t have, it’s just for that thing, you know? The um, thing that I’d said I’d do and then I didn’t...”Fuck! Why am I such a shit liar?
“Well, I can drop you up there,” said Ameerah. “You don’t mind leaving, do you, Dev?”
“No, of course not.”
“Um, no it’s fine, you guys stay and have fun, there’s plenty more fun to be had! Fun, fun, fun!”
Ameerah was looking at her like she’d taken drugs.
“Are you all right, love?” asked her dad.
“Yes, god yes, I’m fine.” She was wasting time! “I’m— Actually, do you know what, I’ve just remembered Isaac said he’d give me a lift. That’s right, he totally offered me a lift, and then I forgot and now I’d better go, or I’ll miss that blinking lift.” She laughed too loudly and snorted like a pig and had no idea why she did it.
Realization plastered Ameerah’s face, and her eyes widened.
“Oh gosh,” she said, herding Nory away from her family. “You’d better get going. Jenna won’t want to be kept waiting. You know what she’s like. The bride is never wrong.”
Nory could have kissed her friend, but she really didn’t have the time. With blown kisses and goodbyes still lingering in the air, Nory hotfooted it through the throng and down the lane.
She made it to his car, moments before Isaac walked purposefully into the car park; the security light flicked on, flooding the scene. His jaw was set, his black hair glinting under the spotlight, and Nory had never wanted anyone more. She had only seconds before Isaac reached her and then kept going, pinning her body to the side of the car. He kissed her hungrily and she echoed his hunger. He unzipped her coat, and his hands found their way inside her jumper and then beneath her shirt. He let out a strangled moan as his hands met the rough lace of her bra and he ran them over the deep curves of her body.
“What are you doing to me,” he groaned, his voice rough, and he pushed harder against her. Nory was thrilled in every way. The security light flicked off, and Nory fumbled through layers to the bare skin of Isaac’s back beneath his jumper. Herhands were cold, and his breath hitched, his skin leaping to goose bumps beneath her touch. When she moved her hands up and down the muscular ridges of his torso and dug her nails into his back, he gasped.
“Take me to the cottage,” she whispered. “Now!”
“Yes,” he whispered hoarsely into her hair. “Yes.”
Twenty-nine
Nory was lyingwith her head on Isaac’s chest. He was stroking her hair with one hand, the other resting on his stomach, fingers entwined with hers.
Two hours earlier, they had fallen through the front door of the cottage. A mess of boots and coats lay discarded on the hall floor in their haste to get up to the bedroom. From her position on Isaac’s warm chest, Nory could see her clothes strewn across the floor. Her bra lay over a lamp, stiff and holding its shape like two lacy molehills.
“You could stay,” Isaac said.
