Dropping the mic, I take a tentative step toward her. “I know you have a wall built up now, and it’s of my own creation, but I can promise you, Via, the pain I caused you, I’ve felt it to my bones probably ten times worse than you, and I’m sorry.”
Moving another step, I bring my hand up to her face rubbing the back of my hand down her cheek, wiping away the tears. “I’m sorry. Forgive me, baby,” I whisper. I need her to decide, it has to come from her.
Via looks up at me, her long lashes sprinkled with tears and her face blotchy from crying. Slowly she tells me her answer. Leaning into me, going up on tiptoes, she presses her soft, parted lips against mine. My heart bursts as though flames lick through my insides, and I want to cry with happiness. I yearn to pull her to me, to devour her, but I’m mindful of where we are, so reluctantly I pull away.
“I know we have a lot to talk about, but I’m all in, baby. It’s you and me, Via. Tell me you’re all in, too,” I whisper to her, our eyes locked, and our faces nearly touching.
“I’m all in, Isaac.” She gives me the sweetest four words I’ve ever heard, and my chest swells.
LIV
“Come on,” Isaac says grabbing my hand as I get out of his car. The party tonight has changed my life, but I’m scared to believe it’s real, I keep thinking I’ll wake up at any minute, home and alone. I slip my hand into his, and he squeezes it. Following him toward his front door, my mind catches up, and I stop, tugging back on his hold. “Via?”
“Is, is Shelly in there?” I hold up my other hand before he answers. “Look, I know you’re just friends, well more like family, and I like her, but this is our first night, and it needs to be just you and me tonight. My place is empty,” I explain.
“Shelly’s with Toby tonight. I made sure we’d be alone.” He smiles down at me.
I raise my eyebrow. “Thinking you were going to get lucky?” I tease.
Since he told the whole party how he felt about me, we haven’t had much time to talk, but I’m not sure we have much to clear up now. From what Toby told me coupled with Isaac’s honesty, I think I know all I need to.
Tonight we’ve danced, we’ve kissed, we’ve behaved like a normal couple and all the years, all the pain, all the misunderstandings have melted away. I know there will always be more to discuss, more to communicate and to be sure of, but not tonight… tonight I want to communicate with him in an altogether different way.
Isaac stops at my words and hooks me under my armpits, lifting me up and turning, pinning me to the wall next to the door. Holding me up like this means our heads are level, and as he stares directly into my eyes, his lips moan against mine. “Tonight, tomorrow, the rest of my life… I’m already lucky.”
“I love your soft talk, baby, I do.” Pushing our mouths even closer, I’m touching my lips to his, so every word I utter he feels. “But right now, I want more than soft, I want hard,” I tell him smiling.
I wait a beat feeling his breath on my mouth, the movement of his chest against my own.
“Fuck, yeah,” he murmurs, and suddenly throwing me up in the air, his hands pull away from my armpits, and he places them under my arse drawing me back tight to him. He nuzzles my throat kissing and biting. “Fuck, yeah, I’ll give you hard.” The desire ramps up and his mouth is on mine, plundering, loving, owning me. I can feel the brickwork of the wall scratching my back and digging into my shoulder blades, but the sting only adds to the desire I already feel.
His tongue sweeps inside and connects with mine—the touch is like an electric spark which shoots straight between my legs. One of his hands travel from my arse, up my side, and he grips the back of my neck, pulling me closer, fusing our mouths together as though I’m his life force. I feel him move as we kiss, and my back is pulled away from the wall. I take a split second to wonder how he’s navigating us while kissing me, but I just don’t care enough to think the answer through. Absently I hear a click, and we’re moving again. Then there’s the slam of a door, and after a few more steps we start rising. I drag my lips from his. “Where are we going?” I pant out.
I feel his lips near my ear. “You wanted hard… I’m doing as I’m told, baby.”
A salacious smile spreads across my face.
I bounce as Isaac drops me on what I assume is his bed. He kneels between my legs and stares down at me.
“You okay?” I whisper.
He blinks, and his mouth curves in a delicious smile. “I’m perfect.”
I look down his body and back up to meet his eyes. “Yes. Yes, you are,” I tell him.
At my words, fire ignites in his eyes, and he pulls his top off. I let my gaze eat up the planes of his chest and the cut of his abdomen. Stretching my fingertips, I scrape my nails down his naked upper half. He hisses as I make contact, and that reaction zings through me. With a groan, I drag my hand away and move to my dress which has buttons all the way down the front. Slowly, teasingly, I undo each button. Isaac watches, his eyes glued to my hands moving down my body.
