Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
My legs squeezed together because his words made everything feel heightened. Blood whooshed until I could barely hear anything but my deafening pulse. I was a hair trigger, unimaginably aroused.
Then it happened. A million stars. I felt like every nerve in my body exploded at the same time.
“If I were him,” Isaac hugged my waist, holding me to him and keeping my knees from buckling. “I’d be inside of you. We would be doing this together.”
“Isaac …” I panted. Waves of pleasure hijacked my entire body as my posture sagged, and I melted into him, lost in complete euphoria.
Isaac sat on his heels, bringing me to his lap when my knees collapsed inward. I was a rag doll in his embrace.
He buried his face in my hair, holding me tightly to him. “If only I were him.”
Tears filled my eyes, but I didn’t release them.
Oh, the guilt.
Why did everything I desired in life have to be wrong, sinful, or disappointing to others?
I wasn’t sure. But I knew I didn’t want to move. Isaac could have kept me wrapped in his arms forever. He made me feel so many things.
Coveted.
Beautiful.
Limitless.
Safe.
And seen.
Isaac didn’t just see who I was; he saw everything I wanted to be.
“Let’s practice the F chord and maybe a barred C chord,” he murmured, his lips at my ear. “And then I’ll get you home before my parents return.” He released my waist.
I couldn’t look at him while I dressed, but I managed a quick glance and smile when he handed me the guitar.
We played for an hour, and then he drove me home. I didn’t say anything, and he seemed content listening to the radio with his window down and his arm resting on the door, fingers surfing in the breeze. When Laura Branigan’s “Leave Me Breathless” played, I gazed out my window and softly sang every word, wondering if the lyrics resonated with him as they did with me.
I didn’t have to ask him to stop before my driveway; he just knew.
My hand paused on the door handle as I stared at the gravel road illuminated by his headlights. I had to say something, but I didn’t know what.
“I’ll see you at church tomorrow,” he said.
My heart felt heavy. “Isaac,” I whispered.
“Nothing happened,” he said. “You can walk up the drive with your head up because nothing happened.”
I stared at the floor and nodded. As soon as I opened the door, I hopped out and headed up the road. The gravel crunched beneath his tires when he pulled forward to make a U-turn.
Something happened.
I turned and ran toward his truck, smacking my hand on his window. He glanced up at me and stopped. Adrenaline took over, and I opened his door, grabbing the steering wheel and his shirt to step up and kiss him.
Isaac hesitated at first, but in the next breath, he tangled his fingers into my hair and kissed me with an open mouth. The kiss didn’t end abruptly like a mistake; it ended slowly like neither one of us wanted it to end at all.
I bit my lower lip when we pulled apart just enough to look into his dark eyes. “It happened,” I whispered.
A gorgeous grin stole his lips. “It happened,” he echoed.
Isaac was right. I hopped down and headed toward my house with my chin held high because it happened.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
TINA TURNER, “WHAT’S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT”
“We have to talk,” I said, pulling Heather to the side of the church the second she stepped out of her parents’ car. “I tried calling you a million times last night.”
“Whoa! What’s going on?” She fumbled her Bible onto the ground, so she pulled away from my grip to pick it up. “Sorry. My mom was talking on the phone to her sister like forever.”
“It doesn’t matter.” I huffed. “Something big happened.”
“With Mr. Cory?” She dusted off her Bible and followed me to the side of the church, where gates led to an old graveyard.
“With Isaac.” I turned, surveying the area for anyone else.
“How big?” She inspected me with wide eyes.
I didn’t hold back. I vomited every detail from the night he took me home after the rodeo to the orgasm I had in the barn and the kiss goodnight at the end of my drive.
Heather didn’t move.
And honestly, I was still in shock.
“Say something. I’m a terrible person, right? I’m going to Hell. Are you mad? Will Matt hate me? My parents will disown me. Just say it.”
“Uh …” Heather slowly shook her head. “I don’t know what to say. I’m not mad. You’re not a terrible person. You could go to Hell. We’ll have to ask your dad. But Matt will hate you. Your parents won’t disown you, but they might make you feel like a failure and a complete disgrace to them and God.”