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soldier with a traumatic past from his years in the war. Angry, bitter, and involved in a
world of crime, he took a liking to the innocent, nave woman on the other side of the
tracks. My mind swirled as I found parallels from my own life in the book, and I
immersed myself in the woman in the story, imagining her life was mine and Isaac was
the brooding man who kept finding excuses to bump into her.
Until finally¡ the characters were alone, trapped in an abandoned cabin to escape a
snowstorm when the woman finally submitted to her desires, removing her clothes in
front of the fireplace to surprise him when he returned¡
My body grew warm as I read the descriptive words. I set the book down and stared at
the ceiling.
¡°I like to ride. And I like to fuck.¡±
Isaac¡¯s eyes blended into my vision, the way he looked at me, imagining my scrubs
were on the floor. Mimicking the character of my novel whenever she felt aroused, I
began running my fingernails across my skin, beginning with my collarbone. My eyelids
fluttered shut and I focused on the sensation on my skin. In the darkness, Isaac¡¯s figure
appeared in front of me, his coarse hands now replacing mine.
Heat overtook my body as I opened my eyes to pause the fantasy and sat up straight
with a devilish smile. I stood from my bed and peered out my bedroom window, ensuring
my dad had already left. When his truck was gone, I went back to my bed and stripped off
my baggy shirt and sweatpants. Moving back to my soft sheets, I felt sensual, in just my
tiny black silk thong. Since Travis, my sex drive had been broken, and I thought I¡¯d never
be sexual again. But with Isaac on my mind, I felt uninhibited. If he wasn¡¯t going to take
advantage of it, I figured I¡¯d still make the best of him in my own private thoughts.
Not wearing a bra, my nipples stiffened as soon as they were exposed to the cool air.
Closing my eyes again, I twirled my finger around my nipple and shivered when Isaac¡¯s
green eyes met mine again. My hands moved in sync with his image, tracing figure eights
along both breasts, making sure to play with each nipple. Then, I began moving down,
past my belly button, stopping along the waistband of my thong.
¡°Isaac,¡± I whispered to no one and arched my back, begging myself to insert my fingers
deeper down the fabric. But I didn¡¯t think Isaac would let me have him so easily, he¡¯d
