Page 74 of Sunday Morning

“Are you going to die?” he asked.

“I wish,” Matt mumbled. He was pale, his voice weak, and his eyelids barely opened.

“We’re going to Sarah’s house for lunch. Do you need anything?” Isaac asked.

“No,” Matt whispered.

“Feel better, okay?” I said to Matt.

He grunted, “I’m trying.”

I frowned, wishing there was more that I could do, but Isaac pinched my dress at the back of my waist and gave it a little tug, so I turned and followed him out of the room, closing Matt’s door behind me.

I stepped toward the stairs, but Isaac wrapped his hand around my wrist and pulled me into his room so quickly that I gasped.

“What are you?—”

He hid us behind the door and kissed me with his hands cupping my head and his tongue sliding against mine. Igrabbed his forearms to steady myself. When he released my mouth, it was only for a breath before he kissed me again.

I liked kissing my boyfriend’s brother.

I liked his hands on my face.

I liked the confidence with which he kissed me.

I liked how my thoughts vanished, and that voice of common sense was silenced.

Again, he released my mouth, and he stared at me with those intense dark eyes while the pad of his thumb traced my bottom lip. He held my gaze as though it were his hostage as his hands unbuttoned the top of my blue sundress. Just three buttons.

Isaac dipped his head like he’d done at the rodeo and kissed the swell of my breast where his name had been.

I swallowed hard to suppress a moan.

Matt was in the other room—less than twenty feet away.

His parents were downstairs.

This is SO wrong …

But I couldn’t utter a single word in protest, not when he went a step further than he’d gone before, sliding the cup of my bra out of his way and sucking my nipple into his hot mouth.

Oh god … I mean gosh … darn … FUCK!

It felt incredible.

If the rest of his family couldn’t hear my heart thundering in my chest, then they were deaf. I brushed a hand along his head, curling my fingers, but his hair was too short. I couldn’t pull him away, but I really didn’t want to because it. Felt. Too. Good.

It felt good everywhere.

We were going to get caught. Isaac was taking his sweettime, and I didn’t want him to stop, but I also didn’t want my life to implode that way.

As if he read my thoughts, Isaac adjusted my bra and buttoned my blouse. “You’re blushing, Sunday Morning,” he whispered.

I scowled at him. Was hetryingto get me in trouble?

Isaac planted his face next to mine, lips at my ear. “I love seeing you flushed, breathless, and I imagine …wet.” He gathered the skirt of my dress in his hands and slid his middle finger along the crotch of my underwear on the outside.

Yes, I was wet there.

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