the warmth I feel from the sun coming through the blinds, no it’s the man who has his arms curled around me. One under my head scooping over my shoulder cupping one of my breasts in his hand. The other arm is wrapped around me and holding me tight around the waist, keeping me pressed back into him.
Oh boy.
Um.
I don’t know what I should feel about this scenario. I’ve dreamt about it more than I can count over the years but never in my life did I think it would happen. I mean hello, it’s me, Plain Jane. Nothing exciting ever happens to me.
So why now?
I figured he’d stay on his side and I’d stay way over on the edge of the bed like I’d been lying when I fell asleep.
Okay, so I tried to lie on the floor last night and he’d stopped that from happening and demanded I get into the bed. That’s when I laid close to the edge and prayed I didn’t roll out of it.
To find myself not only in this man’s arms but in the middle of the bed, is a little nerve-wracking I guess you could say. There’s something to be said about that if you will.
“Sweetness, you need to stop thinking so fuckin’ much.” I nearly jump out of my skin at the husky sound of Isaac’s sleep-filled voice. My breathing becomes harder when I feel him press himself further into my backside. In this position I feel all of him. And I mean all of him. I’m not a virgin but I also don’t have a lot of experience.
I’ve been with maybe three men in my entire life.
The first one, Eric, yeah, he’d taken my virginity on a bet which had been senior year in high school. The second guy, Martin, well he and I dated for a few months and then one night I finally gave into him. I woke up the next morning to find him gone, along with my money and panties. He’d stolen them all. Then the last one, Omar, let’s just say he’s one I wish I never allowed into my pants. He figured after one round in the sack with me he owned me. I wasn’t supposed to do anything without his knowledge. I’d ended that as quick as I could. I refused to be someone’s possession or anything they can control.
Screw that.
I’m my own person and I have a mind I use to think for myself.
“Amaya, you’re overthinking shit and there’s no reason to.” Oh my. This isn’t anyone but my Isaac talking.
My Isaac?
Yeah.
No.
I need to get those thoughts out of my head.
Like now.
“Um, can you let me go?” I murmur quietly.
“Why?” he asks, his voice still filled with sleep and the vibration of the tone shoots tingles throughout my body.
“Because, um, I need to get up.” I’m not about to tell him so I can go to the bathroom. Or even to tell him I need to get away from him because he’s screwing with my head.
“Hm, I’m thinkin’ I like you right where you are,” he declares huskily. His face burrows into my neck and, yep, he places a kiss right there on my skin. I swear that kiss will forever be burned into my skin.
“Well, too bad for you. I want to get up,” I mutter, trying to block out the kiss he’d just givin’ me.
This isn’t an easy feat. Not when he does it again.
“Venom,” I utter in protest.
“You know what, I think I prefer you callin’ me Isaac. Yeah, it sounds better when it comes from your lips,” he announces, and oh, does that shoot tingles along my body and makes me want to do a happy dance.
Wait no, it makes me want to turn over and kiss him.
“I really need to get up,” I say urgently, trying not to freak out.
I’m nearing freak-out mode right about now and I’m not sure how to handle it all.
Isaac releases his hold on me, but I regret it the minute I go to jump out of bed. He has a way of making me forget things around him, and I immediately wish I’d worn a long t-shirt to bed last night.
“What the hell?” he growls harshly and yanks me back to him.
“Isaac,” I yell, and try to get up again but he stops me with his hand tightening around my arm as he holds me away from him enough to look at my backside.
“You wanna tell me what the fuck this