Page 14 of Bratva Past

Lucy loved his company.

They had checked the whole house, then sat and talked about everything and nothing. He asked her questions about Marge, Harry, Betty, and the people she worked for. She tried to talk about his past, but she had come to see that his past was very much off limits. They were not talking about it.

She took a bite of her cheese and pickle sandwich, and it wasn’t too bad. She wasn’t big on sandwiches for dinner, but it was better than a bowl of cereal. Not that there was anything wrong with having cereal for dinner. She had done that quite regularly when she didn’t want to cook.

“When do you think the power will come on?” she asked.

“Hopefully as soon as possible,” he said.

“I’m sorry you had to come here.”

“Lucy, there’s nowhere else I would rather be.”

She looked toward him, and it was like she couldn’t look away. His blue eyes looked so intense, as he stared right back at her. It was strange as she glanced down at his lips. He hadn’t kissed her yet, and she wanted to feel those lips on hers. But, if he didn’t want to kiss her, then she didn’t want to make a fool of herself.

“I’ll be right back,” she said, getting to her feet and making her escape to the kitchen.

Come on, Lucy, get your head together.

She put her plate on the counter. She had a half-eaten sandwich still left on it. Gripping the edge of the counter, she tried not to think.

Lucy jumped as a plate clicked on the side. She opened her eyes, and she hadn’t even realized she had closed them.

Isaac’s hands moved to the kitchen counter, and she was suddenly trapped between his body and the counter. She felt him at her back, he was so close, yet he didn’t touch her at all.

“What’s going on?” Isaac asked.

“Nothing.”

“Freaking out and leaving me back in the sitting room is not nothing, Lucy. I don’t like being lied to. Don’t lie to me, when I know you don’t want to.”

She couldn’t believe what was happening. Spinning around in his arms, she had every intention of pushing him away. She even had her hands flat on his chest, and was going to do exactly that, only she stopped herself. She didn’t shove him out of the way. He didn’t budge and she rested her hands on his chest.

The words she was going to throw at him got trapped in her throat. Lucy had no idea what was happening, only it felt like a constant buzzing in her ears. She couldn’t make sense of it. She looked at him, without knowing, without thinking. What was she to say?

No words were spoken, and Lucy didn’t know how much time passed. Was it seconds or minutes?

And then, Isaac’s large palm opened, touching her face. It wasn’t hard, yet it was firm and gentle at the same time. He stroked some of her hair back behind her ear. Today, she hadn’t put any makeup on, nor had she curled her hair. With the rain, it had felt pointless.

Isaac moved his fingers to the back of her neck, and she looked into his eyes, then for the first time in her life, she was kissed. This was not a peck on the lips between friends. The kisses he’d been giving her to the cheek did not prepare her for this kiss.

From zero to like a million, the intensity went through the roof, as his lips touched hers. He wasn’t gentle but demanding, and as he kissed her, his body touched hers. She felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her stomach, even through the thick denim he wore. There was no mistaking how hard he was.

His other hand sunk to her waist, gripping her tightly, and she moaned into his mouth. She didn’t know how it happened, but her lips opened, and Isaac slid his tongue into her mouth, kissing her, and she melted against him.

It was intense. She felt on fire. Her body wanted so much. She wanted his hands all over her, and they were both wearing too many clothes.

“Damn it, Lucy,” he said, seconds later. “Tell me to stop.”

“Why?”

“Because you deserve so much better.”

That was strange. “I don’t want you to stop,” she said.

“Lucy!”

Her name was like a warning.

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