Chapter 2
She looked directly into his eyes and seeing the disappointment swirling behind them she wished she had kept her mouth shut. She was disappointed in herself. He stepped back and nodded. "Sorry... I was wrong." As soon as he moved away she missed his warmth. She heard her voice and felt her mouth move but wasn't sure what came over her. As Isaiah turned she whispered, "but she's not here... and I'm not her." Isaiah turned to face her again, his eyebrows raised in genuine surprise. Another sexy smile quickly spread across face as he moved towards her again. One hand grabbed her waist and the other moved to rest on the small of her back, where her small waist began to round into the curve of her ass.
"So I was right?" he asked through heavily lidded eyes.
All she could do was nod. Amelia was paralyzed from his touch. The warmth from his hand seemed to burn against her skin. They were wide and he seemed to be holding all of her in his palms. He grabbed her waist a little tighter and pulled her closer. Amelia gulped through her nervousness. Isaiah chuckled, the sound passing through his broad chest and into Amelia.
"Will you let me kiss you this time?"
Looking back at that moment, Amelia wouldn't have been able to explain just what the hell came over her. Isaiah brought her even closer to him until their knees touched, and growled "Well?" demanding an answer. She wouldn't know if it was his hands on her back, or the gruffness of his request. Whatever it was, it caused her stomach to flutter. Since he towered over her, she had been looking up at him, alternating her gaze between his grayish chocolate eyes and the curve of his bottom lip. She didn't answer him.
She stood up on her toes, balancing herself by bracing her small hands against his arms - they flexed at her touch. One hand continued moving upward until it resting on the nape of his neck. Her thumb nestled against his hair; she was surprised by its softness. His eyes were filled with intrigue, focused on Amelia. She angled her head upwards and whispered "yes."
His lips met hers softly. His fingertips lightly traveled across the back of her neck resting just at its nape, pinning her lips against his. With his other hand, Isaiah stroked up and down her arm, tracing over invisible lines drawn by his fingertips. His touch electrified her skin. Amelia was never one to lead in a kiss, usually she'd let the guy set the pace, but with Isaiah, she couldn't help herself. The softness of his lips filled her with urgency; she had stolen glimpses of his lips for too many weeks to settle for the soft peaking they were doing – not that she had any objections.
She leaned her body into his and parted her lips, flicking his with the tip of her tongue. He pushed back into her and gently bit her bottom lip. Heat rushed over her body as his hands traveled across her body, resting on her ass. He kneaded her ass, methodically, cupping and squeezing its ampleness. Isaiah let go of her ass and moved both his hands up to her hips. He pulled her blouse from her skirt and let it fall. He slid his hands up the back, stroking the smooth skin underneath. The roughness of his hands against her bare skin gave her goose bumps as her nipples pushed against the fabric of her bra.
Isaiah was the one to break the kiss. It made Amelia's knees weak and she held onto tightly to his arms to get from swaying. She closed her eyes and lowered her head, afraid to look him in the eye.
"Lia."
