Page 53 of Resisting Isaac
I can barely hear the director yell“Action”over the patter, but Isaac meets my gaze with something soft and steady and impossible to fake.
He stops the horse on the mark, dismounts, and strides purposely toward me.
My brain knows this is just for scene blocking. We’re just acting. He’s following the instructions he was given.
But my body just sees this man, the man it knows can give it what it needs like no one else ever has, decimating the space between us.
His hand finds my body, and we start to move.
No lines.
Just instinct.
Just us.
We dance—slow and unhurried—in the middle of the open field like no one’s watching. His fingers press into my waist, warm even through the wet fabric. My fingers curl into his collar. Our feet move like they were always meant to match pace.
The rain streams down his jaw. His wet hair curls a little at the ends. And when he looks at me, it’s as it wasthe night we met. Raw need breaking through the surface.
He spins and lifts me, pressing his mouth to mine gently in a surprise move I can’t help but return.
Then he dips me even though he’s not supposed to.
“You’re going to ruin the take,” I whisper, even though we’re just blocking scenes.
He smirks. “You ruined me weeks ago.”
I slip on the wet grass, and he catches me but it’s a moment too late and we’re going down. He slows the fall and braces, so I’m lowered to the ground slowly.
The look in his eyes is feral.
And then he kisses me.
God.
Hekisses me.
Hard. Deep. Like there’s no one else in the world, like he’s claiming every drop of rain and every second of this moment asours.
I move his hat out of the way and the smile on his face is blindingly beautiful. Rain drips into my eyes and we both laugh before he kisses me again.
His tongue against mine electrifies every inch of my body, igniting a pulsing need between my thighs.
When we finally break apart, I’m breathless. Boneless.
So turned on I can barely think.
A voice calls out from behind the monitor. Snapping us back to reality.
“Cut!”
We both look up.
Everyone’s staring.
I can’t read the room. Everyone looks…spellbound.
Then Ivy, cool and composed with rain dripping off the brim of her hat, walks up beside the director.
