Take Me: Part 3 (Power Play #3) (2 page)

BOOK: Take Me: Part 3 (Power Play #3)
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I quickly try to reel my emotions in. I have to keep them in check. I’m already vulnerable enough, if they get away from me then who knows what I will do.

Isaac’s eyes flash dangerously when they reconnect with mine.

“Don’t you play all helpless,” he spits back at me. “You wanted that every bit as much as I did. You can’t go blaming me for everything.”

My pulse is racing—I just wish it were for the right reasons.

“What about all of the lies? What about the fact that you knew exactly who I was before we ever even met? What about the fact that every word out of your mouth since I first met you has been a lie? I sure as shit can blame you for all of
that
!”

With every word that I speak his mouth gapes more and more. By the time I’m done, he’s giving me a wide-eyed stare of disbelief. Even with the outrage roaring through my chest, and with that stupid look on his face, I can feel my body still craving him, still wanting to do things to him right there in the hallway, again.

What the hell is wrong with me?

“What do you want me to say, Hannah?” he asks, after taking a moment to compose himself. “Do you want me to tell you that I knew everything about you? Is that what you want to hear? Because if it is, then I’ll say it.”

I glare at him hard.

“I want you to tell me whatever the truth is!”

He takes a step closer, I can feel the heat coming off of him.

“Do you want me to tell you that I just got you into bed so that I could take advantage of you? Is
that
what you want to hear?”

My stomach lurches.

“Is that what you’re saying?”

He takes another step closer. He’s too close. I should shut the door, lock him out. But I can’t.

“I’ll say it if that’s what you want to hear… Is that what you want to hear, Hannah?”

I shake my head. A swirl of emotions rolls through me so quickly that everything is starting to get jumbled together. Is that really what he had done? Had he really been playing me for the fool the whole time?

“I just want you to tell me the truth!”

He takes a final step closer. We’re practically standing chest to chest at this point. I want nothing more than to get away from him, but at the same time I can’t see myself doing anything but jumping into his arms right then and there. Everything is just swirling too fast in my head to make sense of anything.

He gives me a hard look, then shakes his head.

“No, Hannah. I don’t think you want to hear the truth. You’ve already decided what the truth is, haven’t you? You’ve already decided that I’m the bad guy.”

‘“What do you mean?”

“You’re scared. You’re just using this as an excuse to try and get away from me. You don’t want to hear the
real
truth.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you’re afraid to let me in.”

As he says it, his finger comes up and taps me on the chest right over my heart. I can feel the swell of emotions inside of me beginning to come out, whether I want them to or not. I give him a pleading look. There’s no way I can keep my strength up for long. I can already feel all of the walls I’d started to rebuild crumble away.

“Please tell me the truth. I have to know.”

Isaac studies me for a few, long moments. My mind is racing, hoping that he’ll answer me before I lose control over myself.

“The pictures and files were a part of my company’s background check on BMG. It’s standard procedure before we get into serious negotiations with any company.”

This makes sense to me. But it doesn’t answer the question that I really want to know.

“Did you know who I was before we met?”

Isaac’s gray eyes are intense as they take all of me in. He fixes me with a hard look, and then gives a single shake of his head.

“I had decided not to go through with the deal before I even got them. So I never looked.”

Heat rushes to my cheeks, even as it spreads throughout the rest of my body.
 

“So all of this time…”

His finger hooks under my chin, stopping my head from falling away, his eyes holding my gaze. His voice is soft and warm.

“Hannah… kitten… I’ve been crazy about you since the moment I met you.”

Chapter 4

Before I realize it, I’m wrapping my arms around Isaac’s neck and pulling him into a deep kiss. My heart is pounding so violently in my chest that it’s hard to even hear anything else around me. The jolt of energy that runs through me when our lips connect reminds me that kissing Isaac is the last thing I expected to happen tonight. But still, there’s something about it that feels totally right.

Isaac doesn’t hesitate to react. His arms wrap around my waist, steadying me as we stumble our way back into the apartment. His strong arms clutch me tight to his bulky frame, so I don’t lose my balance as our lips remain locked together. Within moments my hands are clawing and tearing to get his shirt off. I want to have him naked in my arms.

No.

I
need
to have him naked in my arms.

But there’s a dull little ache already in the back of my mind. It’s doubt that I’m just getting myself into more trouble, and it’s gnawing at me as I tug the bottom of his shirt up.

“Should we slow down?” I ask, between kisses.

“That’s not our style,” he says.

He pulls me into another deep kiss. Feeling his tongue exploring the interior of my mouth, feeling it glide over and around my own tongue, is all it takes for most of my fears to be washed away. I can still sense them there in the background, but they won’t stop me from taking what I want.

My groping hands tug at his shirt more furiously, until Isaac raises his arms high overhead, letting me pull it off of him. The muscles in his chest ripple and flex as he leans forward, wrapping his arms around my waist, once again. I let out a squeal of delight as he hoists me into the air. My legs wrap around his taut frame as I run my fingers through the back of his tousled brown hair.

Isaac carries me to my bedroom, stepping around all of the furniture and navigating the hallway without ever looking where he’s going. He’s getting entirely too good at doing that. How many times has he carried me this way in the last week? He slides onto the bed next to me. The weight of his body presses into me, giving me an odd sense of comfort. His gray eyes are beaming at me while he runs a finger along the side of my cheek. The tiny, satisfied smirk tugs at the corners of his lips.

“I’m such a wanker. I can’t believe I almost lost you over something so stupid.”

“Let’s not talk about it…”

Isaac’s bulge is straining to be released, and my fingers sink down to the top button of his jeans to assist it. There’s a snapping sound as the first button pops open. The bulge stretches outward, forcing the zipper down its first few tangs. His cock is revealed beneath the denim—I’m finally beginning to get used to the fact that he doesn’t wear any boxers or briefs. I take him in my hand and release the thickness fully.

Isaac lets out a groan. The pleased sound encourages me, and I tug even harder, even faster. More pleasured groans roll deep within his chest. A satisfied grin spreads across his face, sending my heart racing even faster.
 

“Is this what you wanted when you came over?” I ask.

I lower myself along the bed until I’m able to take the tip of his cock into my mouth. I can taste some of the precum that has already escaped.

Isaac lets out another groan. His hand wraps around the back of my head, threading his fingers through my hair. He pulls me down, sliding his cock even further into my mouth. The muscles in his legs tense as I suck harder and harder. Another tiny groan escapes him. Then his strong hands go from pushing me down onto his cock to pulling me away from it.

“Hannah, not so fast. I want to enjoy you, too.”

I grin and roll back on the bed. A little rush goes through me with the knowledge that I almost brought him to orgasm that quickly. I must be getting a lot better at giving him exactly what he likes.

Isaac wastes no time taking my pants off. After I’m stripped bare, he eyes me hungrily. My heart races even faster when he looks at me that way. Taking his cock in his hand, he leans in close to me and starts rubbing it in tiny, little circles around my soaked center.

“Don’t tease me,” I whine.

“Oh, I’m not teasing you, kitten. I’m just enjoying myself.”

“It feels like you’re teasing me.”

That cocky little smirk tugs at the corners of his lips, driving me wild.

“You would know if I was teasing you.”

A tiny whimper escapes me. Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait any longer.

His thickness expands into my depths and I gasp in both surprise and pleasure. Before I know it, he’s filling me completely. It feels like it’s been forever since I had Isaac inside of me, and not just a single day—even though it had felt like one of the longest days of my life. My whole body feels on the verge of drawing even more of him into me. As though what he’s giving me isn’t quite enough.

But there isn’t anything left to take from him. There’s nothing more that Isaac can give me.

My breath quickens when I consider what that means. I’ve known for a while that nothing can ever happen between us. Not
really
. It’s not like we can really get into a serious relationship, living in two different countries with our own lives to think about. But knowing that hasn’t stopped some part of me from
wanting
it to go somewhere, from wanting something
more
than just the mind blowing sex.

And the way he makes you laugh.

The thought comes to me as though it belongs to someone else. Some long lost part of me that somehow crept its way into the subconscious parts of my mind.

The world turns into a thick haze around me as I’m taken out of the moment. The pleasure that was coursing through my body every time Isaac plunged himself deeper inside of me is gone, stolen away by that little voice that’s now gnawing at the back of my mind. It’s telling me about all the things that I want but can’t have.

Isaac doesn’t notice though. He keeps going, and I’m happy that it isn’t long before his body braces against me. His orgasm erupts inside of me as every muscle in his body trembles and shakes. I never before noticed the endearing little way his lips and eyebrows seem to contort when he comes.

He groans violently before sagging onto the bed. A satisfied smile has settled itself onto his face. I try to return the soft smile when he looks at me.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, immediately.

“It’s nothing.”

He studies me for a second before his eyes widen in surprise.
 
Then an assured smile settles on his face.

“Oh, I see. It seems I was too selfish…”

He fixes me with a devious look as he begins sinking lower on the bed. My insides twist when I realize what he means, and I grab him to stop him from going any further.

“No, it’s not that. You did fine.”

The devious smile melts into a frown.

“If it’s not that, then what’s on your mind?”

I try to stifle a tiny groan before it comes out but fail miserably. It would be really nice if, every once in a while, Isaac would act like he
couldn’t
read me like a book. There are sometimes when I just want to keep something to myself.

I study him for a second, my insides churning and swirling as I struggle to find the words to tell him.

“We can’t keep doing this.”

The frown on his face deepens.

“What are you on about?”


This
,” I say, pointing between us. “We can’t keep seeing each other like this.”

“Why not?”

My heart is pounding even harder than it was before. Maybe it’s because of the sudden harshness in his voice. Why does it sound like he’s accusing me of something?

“It’s not healthy. It’s never going to go anywhere, and I can’t keep doing the back and forth thing with you.”

“Hannah, I don’t understand. Is this still about those bloody pictures? I explained those to you…”

“It’s not about that.”

Isaac pushes himself up onto one elbow, giving me a confused look.

“Then for Christ’s sake woman, what the bloody hell is this all about?”

I let out a frustrated sigh. His face hardens, and his bright gray eyes darken as he stares at me. What is he expecting of me? Doesn’t he realize how hard this whole thing is on me? Doesn’t he understand that it’s only going to get harder the more and more we keep doing it?

I compose myself, knowing what I have to do. I have to be strong and stick to my guns on this. It’s just as much for his sake as it is for mine. Better to just get it over with now than let it drag on any longer. If I don’t do it now then I may never be able to.

“I can’t see you anymore.”

The entire room stills around us as Isaac’s eyes widen for only the barest of moments. They move quickly, searching my face as though there’s something more I’m going to say. I feel my heart breaking as I see the desperation settle into them.

Then his face hardens and his eyebrows draw down.

“Bollocks me bloody arse.”

He stands up, hitching his pants closed in one quick motion as he does. He’s mumbling and cursing under his breath the whole while. He gives me one more look before he stalks toward the door.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

He rounds on me, quickly.

“You want me to go, you want me to stay. You don’t want to talk, and then you want to shag. Bloody hell woman, you’ve got to make up your bloody mind.”

He’s practically shouting at me.

“It’s for the best,” is the only thing I can manage.

“Aye, it’s for the best. For
your
best. Everything’s all about you, isn’t it, Hannah?”

I feel the lines in my brow tighten as I sit up on the bed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh,
what’s that supposed to mean?
” he mocks, mostly under his breath. He gives me a flat look. “Did you ever stop to think about what’s best for
me
? For
us
?”

I shake my head.

“There is no
us
.”

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