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"Even you?" Sure it was a nudge, but he needed it She wasn't the only one who'd been spitting in the wind and paying the price

"Yeah, even me" He closed the distance between theht now, all I need is you"

"Why?" It was probably the worst question in the world to ask, but she couldn't stop herself

"I have a thing for bitchy blondes" He dipped his head, letting his lips hover over hers "Didn't anyone tell you?"

Her heart banged against her ribs and a thin ribbon of fear wound its way through the excite up inside h

er Falling for Isaac was a risk—the biggest one she'd ever taken It's why she'd pushed him away and run every time he chased He wasn't like the others He was a forever kind of guy "What if I'm not as bitchy as I pretend to be?"

"I guess I'll just have to learn to live with it" He stayed there, hisher to make the first move

If there was a decision to make, her heart had already done it, so it was time for her body to catch up She raised herself up onto her tiptoes and captured hisentrance, and all the fear, uncertainty of the past few months washed aith the touch

Her hands snaked around hi blocking her from the skin-to-skin contact she craved She wanted—needed—to touch and taste his war a sli jeans Electricity sparked between theertips to her clit in a bolt of passion Weaving her hand between the cotton and his skin, she pushed his shirt higher, but not enough

Isaac broke the kiss, nudging her back far enough to be able to whip off his shirt "Take your clothes off"

"Is that an order?" She toyed with the heh to send her pulse skyrocketing

Desire flared in his eyes "Yes"

Cocky and confident, he sat down in the straight-backed chair, ready to enjoy the show Well if that's what he wanted, she could more than deliver

"Whatever you say, sir" She released the loose-fitting T-shirt and dropped her hands to the top button of her jeans and flipped it open before inching the zipper down

Shi out of the jeans, she watched Isaac as the battle between his need to touch her and his wanting to watch played out on his face His hands were gripping the are that she could feel it beating against her skin It sent a fresh wave of want surging through her, and drawing out the moment didn't seem as fun anymore She yanked the T-shirt over her head, tossed it onto the bed, and stood before him in only her hot pink lace bra and panties