Page 95 of Sunday Morning
“Any interest in seeing The White Animals play tonight?” Lenny asked.
I shoved Isaac’s chest. “YES! Where? When? Are you serious?”
Isaac laughed. “It’s past your bedtime.”
I wrinkled my nose and playfully kicked his leg. “Shut up.”
Lenny scribbled something on a white napkin and slid it to Isaac. “Tell that guy at the door that Lenny sent you.”
“Thanks,” Isaac said, pocketing the napkin. “Can I leave this with you?” He nodded to his guitar.
“I’ll guard it with my life.” He winked.
“Let’s go, Sunday Morning.” Isaac took my hand and pulled me toward the exit.
When we reached the venue, our connection to Lenny barely got us in the door, but I didn’t care that we were as far from the stage as possible. Isaac rolled his eyes every time I tried to restrain my excitement. I loved every second of The White Animals' performance, especially when Isaac would let me have a few sips of his beer while he stood behind me with one hand around my waist, possessively pressed to my stomach. He dipped his head and nuzzled his face into my hair until his lips reached my neck.
Nothing about that night felt real, buteverythingabout it felt right.
By three in the morning, we returned to the motel, and Isaac carried me inside because I was so tired and more intoxicated than he planned on letting me get.
“Let’s have sex,” I mumbled with a huge smile when he set me on my bed.
“You need to sleep.” He removed my boots and my bracelets.
“Sleep is overrated,” I said, unbuttoning my dress, even though my fingers and everything else felt a little too numb to be adept or nimble.
“I’m not having sex with you when you’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk,” I giggled. “I’m a little drunk. But I give you my consent.”
He shook his head, pulling down the bedspread.
I shrugged off my dress, and he set it on the bags with my new clothes. By the time he faced me again, I had taken off my bra and was tossing my underwear onto the floor between the two beds.
“Jesus, Sarah, what are you doing?” He scratched his jaw and shook his head.
“I’m not a virgin.”
“I’m aware, but we’re still not doing this.” Isaac gestured for me to lie back, and I did.
But when he tried to pull the covers over my naked body, I kicked them away.
He reared back so I didn’t kick him. “Stop.”
Again, I kicked my legs, so he grabbed my ankles. Everything was warm and soft. My vision was a little blurry; the air conditioner sounded more muffled. But his touch was sharp, and I liked it.
I dragged my teeth along my lower lip as the tense indecision in his face intensified.
“Touch yourself,” he whispered, keeping a firm grip on my ankles.
Losing my inhibitions felt liberating like the dream day we were having would never end.
I slid my hand along my inner thigh, and Isaac’s gaze followed it while mine remained affixed to his face and his tongue making a lazy swipe along his lips before he swallowed hard.
“Perv,” I murmured with a smirk.
His attention flitted to my face for a moment while the corner of his mouth quirked into the hint of a smile.