“It doesn’t look too bad.” She cleaned the wound, noting his hiss when she’d rubbed the alcohol wipe over it.
“I could’ve told you that.”
“Better safe than sorry. I don’t think you’ll need stitches.”
“Good to know.”
She didn’t need to look up to know that Isaac was probably smirking at her. Marie didn’t give him the satisfaction of meeting his gaze. She continued with her task at hand. A few moments later she snapped the lid on the kit closed. “There. All done.”
“Do I get a kiss to make it feel better?” he queried, and she laughed at the way he waggled his eyebrows.
“Of course.” She picked up the freshly plastered cut and kissed it quickly. “There you go. All better.”
“Nope, not better at all.”
Marie had one point five seconds to react before she was hauled close and Isaac’s lips were once again holding hers captive. She was a willing participant, not able to get enough of the man. Their tongues dueled, and she cupped the back of his head, before sliding her fingers through the thick strands.
His hand squeezed her ass, and she rubbed herself against his hard length, eliciting a moan from him.
“God, you’re a temptation I’m finding hard to resist,” he said as he peppered kisses down her neck.
Everything in Marie wanted to drag Isaac to her bedroom and let him have his way with her. Her body was practically demanding it, but there was a part of her that wanted to take it slow. Wanted to tease and tempt each other until they couldn’t take it any longer and then give in. She wanted to flirt and have dates with him.
In this day of wanting everything immediately, there was a certain appeal to making herself wait for taking that final step with Isaac. Would he feel the same if she explained it to him?
“I feel the same way.” She dropped her head back, so that he had better access to her neck and moanedwhen he kissed a particularly sensitive spot just below her ear.
“But?”
Shock at his insight had her pulling back. “What do you mean?”
Isaac’s smile was gentle, and he didn’t push her away as if annoyed that she’d slowed things down. “I could feel it in your voice. Whatever you say isn’t going to turn me away. I’m not after just one thing with you. I’m too old to be playing that game.”
“How old are you?” she blurted out, and then held up her hand, age didn’t matter to her and it wasn’t part of the conversation they were having. “Don’t answer that. I don’t need to know.”
He hooked an arm around her waist loosely, so that if she wanted, she could move away from him, which she didn’t. “I’m forty-seven, and if you want to take things slow then I’m fine with that too.”
“How did you know I was thinking that?”
He shrugged. “Because I want that too?”
“Are you sure, because that sounded like a question and not a statement to me.”
He looked away for a moment, and Marie held her breath, waiting to see what he would say and do next. When his attention returned to hers, desire still lurked in his brown eyes. “There’s nothing more I’d like to do than drag you to your bedroom and learneverything I can about your body. I’ve wanted you since I first saw you in San Carlion, but we’ve only just reconnected. There’s so much you don’t know about me and there’s so much I don’t know about you. But I want to learn it all. Besides, anticipation spices things up.”
There was something to be had with entering a relationship with a more mature person. The rush and desire of being with someone new was there, but also the knowledge that there was value in learning everything about your partner before you got too physical. That also didn’t mean that taking their time would mean the relationship was boring or less exciting, if anything it was more. “I want all of that too.”
The lateness of the night caught up to Marie, and she yawned big. Her body let her know that while it wanted Isaac, it also wanted sleep.
“Come on, Doc, time for bed.” Isaac laced their fingers together and moved toward her room before she had time to blink.
They reached her room, the evidence of her previous restlessness evident with the scrunched up sheets, comforter hanging half on the floor, and the imprint of her fist in her pillows. “Will you sleep here? Just hold me. Nothing more.” The words rushed out of her, and she wished she could snatch them back.
“I’d like that very much,” he said and led them overto the bed. Once she got in, he walked to the other side and climbed in, pulling the bedding over them.
Her eyes drifted shut the second his warm body spooned around hers. Her hand found his, resting against her belly. “Night, Isaac.”
“Sleep, Marie. I’ve got you and I won’t let you go.”
