“You know I will.”
I hang up and I lean against the wall.
I’ve told two people now who are relying on me that I’ll figure something out.
What am I going to figure out though? Am I suddenly going to conjure up Mortimer’s location, and am I going to wave my magic wand and make Dominic better?
Fuck…
I run a hand through my hair and think of Isabella as the weight of the stress takes me.
I think of her because I know she must be waiting to see me. I’ve avoided her again and I have to tell her last night was just last night. It can’t happen again.
I leave my room to do exactly that, knowing that if I do one thing to alleviate some of the load from my mind it will be one thing less to worry about.
But then I open the door and see her.
My gaze lands on her and everything I planned to say fades from my mind.
She’s wearing a silk slip. The other day I’d grabbed a bunch of Candace’s clothes because we didn’t have anything here for Isabella to wear. Earlier I’d gotten one of the maids to go over to the mainland to get clothes. This looks like it’s part of that collection.
When I said to get some comfortable things, I didn’t realize she was going to come back with seductive shit to harden my cock all over again.
“Hi, I was just… going to bed,” Isabella says and my eyes dart to the bed.
The bed we spent all night in getting up close and personal with each other’s bodies.
I walk into the room and move closer to her.
A flush of crimson races down her neck and I know she can look at me and know what I want.
I haven’t answered her yet.
“Thought you were going to avoid me again,” she states.
“No,” I answer and reach for her face.
I run my finger along the silky smooth skin lining her jaw and I see her as Isabella again. Not my enemy’s daughter. I just see her as a woman I can’t resist, a woman who’s tempting the hell out of me with just the way she looks at me.
When I bend my head down to kiss her, she moves to me too. I kiss over those soft plump lips and run my tongue over hers. Doing that fans the flames of lust inside me and I know any hope I had of resisting this woman tonight was outside that door, long before I walked in.
Any trace of that hope has drifted through the window and it’s gone.
Gone from me and like yesterday I don’t want to stop. I just want her, and I just want how she feels to be in my mind.
I don’t want to think about the past and I don’t want to think about the present. Nothing besides right now.
I pull away from her and she presses her dainty hand to her lips, looking up at me with anticipation.
“Take your clothes off for me,” I tell her, and she slips off the little straps to her slip.
It’s a flimsy piece of fabric that leaves nothing to the imagination. It floats down her body and drifts to the floor, pooling at her pretty feet.
To my satisfaction all she’s wearing underneath is her panties. She tugs on the lacy edge and pushes them down her long, elegant legs, and as she bends down those gorgeous breasts bobble, the nipples already hardening.
I have to touch them. I run my fingers over the tight peak of her nipples even before she can stand and I’m still holding her when she does.
“Is this what you want?” she asks, and my damn brain nearly explodes in my head.