face. “It’s complicated.”
“Do you have a wife or girlfriend back in Savannah?” If so, she’d kick him out right now.
“No.” His green eyes widened, but his one-word answer convinced her.
She scooted down the couch and was relieved when he didn’t put distance between them. Their knees touched and she could swear she felt an electric shock between them.
“Then what’s the problem?”
“I can’t…Damn it Izzy, it wouldn’t work out between us.”
Okay, there was one other thing she hadn’t thought of until right then. It didn’t seem possible, but she had to ask. “Are you gay?”
“No!”
If he was single and he wasn’t gay, then there was no problem. Still, she wouldn’t beg him. She sat there for an extended moment, waiting for him to say something. Anything.
The heated look in his eyes said he wanted to strip her and take her right on the floor. And he had to know she’d gladly let him. But he didn’t make a move. He simply sat there like a mannequin.
Finally he spoke. “I can’t start anything with you, Izzy.”
She bit back a sigh and stood. “Goodnight then. Thanks for staying over. I really appreciate it.” She’d already brought out a pillow and blanket, but she said, “If you need an extra blanket, there’s one in the hall closet.”
He didn’t try to stop her when she walked away, and despite her resolve to stay strong, she brushed away a few errant tears as she shut her bedroom door behind her. She knew she was being stupid, but couldn’t stop the hollowness that settled in her stomach.
Adam fell back against the couch and shoved a pillow over his face. The hurt and confused look on Izzy’s face made him wish the earth would split open and swallow him whole. He never should have kissed her. He’d made a deal with her father to look out for her and attempt to convince her to move home, not sleep with her. Not to mention he’d sworn to himself long ago he’d never get involved with another wealthy woman.
When he’d been young and stupid he’d fallen for a rich girl and gotten burned. Bad. She’d all but admitted she’d been using him to get back at her father for not letting her go to her college of choice. At eighteen he’d thought he loved her, thought they had a future. He’d been with a few girls before her but everything about her had been perfect, classy. She’d laughed in his face when he’d asked if she’d write to him in boot camp. Everything he thought he’d known about where their relationship was headed had died in that moment. She’d made it perfectly clear that girls like her didn’t end up with boys like him. He shuddered as he remembered her words. Brutal but true. Yet she’d still wanted to fool around until he left. He’d actually felt dirty then when she’d told him that.
Still, Izzy wasn’t Amanda and he wasn’t eighteen anymore. While he might not have a future with her, he owed her a better explanation. Standing, he tossed the pillow to the floor. She didn’t deserve the way he’d treated her.
He knocked once on her door. A few seconds later, her door swung open. Her peaked nipples were visible through the satiny material of her skimpy top. A top he guessed she’d worn to drive him crazy. Not that it mattered. Anything she wore was guaranteed to do that. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to look at her face.
Her dark eyes were wide and seemingly fathomless. A man could drown in those eyes. And he knew he would if he took the next step. Apologize and walk away, he ordered himself.
He opened his mouth to offer some sort of lame excuse, but the next thing he knew, they were kissing.
Again.
Alarm bells sounded in his head, but when she hoisted up and wrapped her legs around his waist, he knew there would be no turning back. The action was so smooth, so natural, as their bodies meshed together.
The thin material of her shorts and his pants was the only thing separating him from being inside her. She ground her
“Do you have a wife or girlfriend back in Savannah?” If so, she’d kick him out right now.
“No.” His green eyes widened, but his one-word answer convinced her.
She scooted down the couch and was relieved when he didn’t put distance between them. Their knees touched and she could swear she felt an electric shock between them.
“Then what’s the problem?”
“I can’t…Damn it Izzy, it wouldn’t work out between us.”
Okay, there was one other thing she hadn’t thought of until right then. It didn’t seem possible, but she had to ask. “Are you gay?”
“No!”
If he was single and he wasn’t gay, then there was no problem. Still, she wouldn’t beg him. She sat there for an extended moment, waiting for him to say something. Anything.
The heated look in his eyes said he wanted to strip her and take her right on the floor. And he had to know she’d gladly let him. But he didn’t make a move. He simply sat there like a mannequin.
Finally he spoke. “I can’t start anything with you, Izzy.”
She bit back a sigh and stood. “Goodnight then. Thanks for staying over. I really appreciate it.” She’d already brought out a pillow and blanket, but she said, “If you need an extra blanket, there’s one in the hall closet.”
He didn’t try to stop her when she walked away, and despite her resolve to stay strong, she brushed away a few errant tears as she shut her bedroom door behind her. She knew she was being stupid, but couldn’t stop the hollowness that settled in her stomach.
Adam fell back against the couch and shoved a pillow over his face. The hurt and confused look on Izzy’s face made him wish the earth would split open and swallow him whole. He never should have kissed her. He’d made a deal with her father to look out for her and attempt to convince her to move home, not sleep with her. Not to mention he’d sworn to himself long ago he’d never get involved with another wealthy woman.
When he’d been young and stupid he’d fallen for a rich girl and gotten burned. Bad. She’d all but admitted she’d been using him to get back at her father for not letting her go to her college of choice. At eighteen he’d thought he loved her, thought they had a future. He’d been with a few girls before her but everything about her had been perfect, classy. She’d laughed in his face when he’d asked if she’d write to him in boot camp. Everything he thought he’d known about where their relationship was headed had died in that moment. She’d made it perfectly clear that girls like her didn’t end up with boys like him. He shuddered as he remembered her words. Brutal but true. Yet she’d still wanted to fool around until he left. He’d actually felt dirty then when she’d told him that.
Still, Izzy wasn’t Amanda and he wasn’t eighteen anymore. While he might not have a future with her, he owed her a better explanation. Standing, he tossed the pillow to the floor. She didn’t deserve the way he’d treated her.
He knocked once on her door. A few seconds later, her door swung open. Her peaked nipples were visible through the satiny material of her skimpy top. A top he guessed she’d worn to drive him crazy. Not that it mattered. Anything she wore was guaranteed to do that. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to look at her face.
Her dark eyes were wide and seemingly fathomless. A man could drown in those eyes. And he knew he would if he took the next step. Apologize and walk away, he ordered himself.
He opened his mouth to offer some sort of lame excuse, but the next thing he knew, they were kissing.
Again.
Alarm bells sounded in his head, but when she hoisted up and wrapped her legs around his waist, he knew there would be no turning back. The action was so smooth, so natural, as their bodies meshed together.
The thin material of her shorts and his pants was the only thing separating him from being inside her. She ground her
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