Page 91 of Sunday Morning

“You’re the one who couldn’t keep your hands off me earlier.”

“Shut up!” I laughed.

“Go.” He flopped back down onto the bed. “I’ll see it later.”

“In your dreams.” I closed the bathroom door and locked it.

“Come on, Sunday Morning, where’s the trust?”

I laughed.

After my shower, I emerged from the bathroom in my blue dress and a towel around my head. Isaac was asleep with his hands folded on his chest. I stole a moment to stare at him. He took gorgeous to a whole new level.

I combed out my hair and dried it a second time with the towel. I didn’t have a hairdryer because I shared one with my sisters, and my family thought I was camping where I wouldn’t need one anyway. Sitting next to the nightstand, facing Isaac’s bed, I applied my dark purple nail polish. Just as I finished and capped the bottle, Isaac stirred, stretching his arms above his head and yawning.

“I’m done in the bathroom,” I said.

He squinted, peeling open his eyes as he sat up. “Okay.” He stood and leaned forward.

I didn’t know if he was going to kiss me or what, but I held up my hands. “Don’t touch me; my nails are wet.”

He paused, gaze flitting between my face and hands, and he smirked. “Okay.” Standing straight, he shrugged off his shirt.

“Two okaysin a row. I think I like it when you talk less and obey more.” I bit my lower lip to hide my grin.

Isaac unbuttoned his jeans. “Is that so?”

I tried not to stare at him. Instead, I inspected my shiny, wet nails. “Mm-hmm.”

Don’t react.

He removed his jeans. I still didn’t look at him, but I had good peripheral vision. In nothing but his black briefs, he stood with his back to me, digging through his camouflage duffle bag. He pulled out clean briefs and a shirt,and then he set a strip of condoms next to them before pulling out a pair of jeans.

I had a minor heart attack.

We weren’t having sex. I didn’t like sex, and I was perfectly clear about that.

He turned, and it took everything I had to tear my gaze away from the condoms. Isaac's lips remained neutral, but I didn’t miss the amusement and sheer confidence in his dark eyes. His gaze shifted behind him for a second as if he did not know what I was looking at.

“You’re not using those on me,” I said with a frog in my throat when he brought his attention back to me.

“They go on me, not you.”

I shot him a sarcastic look, which I regretted instantly. It fed his need to push my boundaries as he leaned down again.

“Isaac—”

He kissed me, and I had no choice but to let him since I couldn’t stop him with my hands. Well, I didn’thaveto kiss him back, but I did.

“Isaac …” I sucked at piecing together a believable protest when he kissed his way down my neck. “My nails …”

“Then don’t touch me,” he said, cupping the back of my neck as he guided me onto my back.

I was helpless while holding my hands away from him and the bed.

He unbuttoned the front of my dress so slowly that I thought my heart thrashing around in my chest might break a few ribs.

“W-what are you”—I wassobreathy—“doing?”