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)
“Why? Because of me?”
“Because I lost my cool and said everything I’d been feeling. And I said it all at once without sugarcoating anything. So I’ve been staying at a motel because I thought …”
He stopped to face me. “You thought what?”
“It’s so stupid. The list of rodeos must have fallen out, and I didn’t see it. So I thought you just left. Then Gabby found it and showed it to me.” I dropped my gaze, ashamed of how hurt I was over something he didn’t do.
“You thought I left you with nothing but a guitar and some cash?”
Keeping my chin tucked, I nodded.
“Look at me.”
I slowly lifted my gaze.
“You belong with me. Got it?”
“Say it again,” I whispered with a grin.
“You belong,” he ducked his head, lips brushing mine, “with me.” He kissed me.
Isaac showered while I gingerly used my fingers to undress and slip into an oversized T-shirt that I used as a swimsuit cover-up and pajamas.
“I’m still not okay with you tying up baby cows,” I said when he emerged from the bathroom with a white towel around his waist and a few rivulets of water on his chest.
“But?” he said, digging through his bag for a pair of briefs.
“But what?”
He looked over his shoulder. “It sounded like there was a ‘but’ coming next. Like, but you love watching me rope. But the rodeo is growing on you. Or I’m growing on you.”
“No buts.” I bit back my grin as my legs dangled from the side of the bed.
He turned, adjusting his towel. I stared at his abs and the trail of hair that dipped beneath the towel.
“Why are you chewing on your lip?” he asked.
“Just thinking.”
“About?”
I shrugged. “Just wondering if you have any condoms?” I risked a glance up at him as my cheeks filled with heat.
His dark eyes left me breathless every time he looked at me without saying anything.
I blinked first.
Isaac grinned and nodded. “Will I need one soon?”
Damn!
He was so sexy. I was way out of my league, but just like standing on that stage in Nashville, I faked every ounce of confidence.
Digging my teeth into my lower lip again, I nodded.
“Your move, baby.” He stepped closer, his legs straddling my right knee.
My heart pounded; there was no way he didn’t hear it.
“Wrap me around your little finger,” he said, ghosting his knuckles along my cheek.
My eyes drifted shut for a breath before I tugged on his towel, and it fell to the floor. His erection bobbed right in front of me. With my bandaged hands at my sides, I leaned forward, eyes locked on his as I licked it.
He grinned, and so did I.
Isaac’s patience with my inexperience was commendable.
“You know the rule,” he said. “If you lick it, then it’s yours.”
I softly chuckled before taking the head into my mouth.
He closed his eyes, lips parted. After a few seconds of letting me toy with him like a cat with a ball of yarn for the first time, he brushed my hair away from my eyes. “Lift your arms.”
I lifted them.
Isaac removed my shirt and tossed it aside; then he slowly removed my underwear. When he brought them to his nose, my whole body blushed, which made him grin. He set them on the bed with his bag and pulled out a condom.
As he tore it open and rolled it on, I cleared my throat. “I’m still not okay with you tying up baby cows.”
He looked up from his erection as he finished rolling on the condom and gave me a lifted eyebrow.
I grinned. “But when you’re on your horse, looking hotter than any guy I have ever seen, all I can think about is this.”
Isaac’s mouth twitched. “When I’m roping, it makes you want to have sex with me?”
“Very much so,” I whispered, staring at his erection.
“Well, fuck, baby,” he sat on the bed and grabbed my butt, pulling me between his legs. “I’m going to do nothing but rope and bury myself inside of you for the rest of my life.” He sucked my nipple into his mouth.
I teased the tips of my fingers through his hair. It didn’t take him long to get me so turned on that I pushed at his shoulders, making him lie back so I could straddle him, slowly letting him fill me.
“Sarahhh …” He sang, before biting his lower lip to hide his grin while he gripped my hips and rocked into me.
“I love you,” I whispered, ghosting my fingertips along the tattoos on his arms for a few seconds before closing my eyes.
I still told myself I hated sex, except with Isaac. Loving a man who made everything beautiful felt like the right path in the direction of happiness.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
PRINCE AND THE REVOLUTION, “PURPLE RAIN”
Isaac
“She’s asleep,” I said in a quiet voice, sitting on the edge of the motel bed with the phone to my ear. The last time I talked with my mom, she told me to call in the evening so I could talk to Dad, but he had nothing to say. So we sat on the line in silence.