Isaac huffs. “I can tell. I like it here. It’s a real home, you know?”
“Yeah,” I answer, understanding what he means.
“Trevor,” Isaac says slowly, stopping before me. “It’s kind of a big deal, you bringing me here.”
“Is it?”
“I think so.”
“Too much?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “No. I think you should kiss me again.”
He doesn’t need to ask me twice. I take Isaac’s face in my hands, bending first to his ear so I can taste that freckle I caught sight of earlier. Isaac sucks in a gasp as my tongue flitsover his skin. And then it’s our mouths meeting, Isaac using my shirt as a handhold so he can keep me close.
As if I’d go anywhere.
He’s sweet, and he’s fire, and I grab hold of the backs of his thighs so I can bring him to my height. Isaac lets out another gasp as his back hits the wall, gentle as the move is. His hand is in my hair, the other twisting the fabric near my chest before he smooths his palm up to bare skin.
“I thought…” He puffs out a breath, his lips snagging mine again. “Thought you said you wouldn’t mount me on your wall.”
“I haven’t mounted you yet,” I point out, dropping my mouth to his neck so I can feel the flutter of his pulse on my lips. “Would you like me to?”
“Oh,God,” he groans, his head falling back. He speaks through choppy breaths. “We both know we’re not having sex while your uncle is here, so don’t you dare tease me right now.”
I chuckle, Isaac’s grip in my hair tugging my mouth back to his. For long minutes, neither of us has a chance to speak at all.
“You work at the bar tomorrow?” Isaac finally asks, sucking in a breath.
“I do.”
“And, uh…” His eyes meet mine, cheeks bright. “If I meet you there… Say, for our third date. Would you maybe want to come back to my place after?”
“You know I’ll be working my entire shift?”
“Uh-huh. But I can watch.”
“And after?” I ask slowly.
The look in Isaac’s eye answers my question even before he does. “Uh-huh.”
“All right,” I murmur, leaning forward to catch Isaac’s lips once more. The way his eyelids slowly flutter open when I pull back is immensely gratifying to see. “Tomorrow, then,better-than-averageRed.”
“Oh my God,” he moans, a smile in his voice. “I take it all back. We’re divorcing.”
I bark a laugh so loud Isaac jolts before a smile breaks over his face. It takes monumental effort to lower him back to the floor, when I’d much rather keep him in my arms.
Isaac smooths down his shirt, his gaze lingering for a long while on my chest before he clears his throat and reaches for the door. “Fuck,” he says in summation.
I can’t help but agree.
The two of us head back out to the living room, the rest of the evening passing quickly. When I drop Isaac off at home, it’s with another kiss that neither of us seems eager to end.
I have no doubt that when Isaac allows me to make good on my promises, the inferno will burn on andon.
Chapter 11
Isaac
