Scarred Beauty(39)

“Likewise, Ben.” They shook hands before she saw him out.

Closing the door, she leaned against the wood, frowning. That had been the strangest meeting. Touching her face she wondered if her scar was even there.

Shrugging her shoulder she went back to her studio and started her painting, losing herself in the creative art. Friday couldn’t come soon enough. Her thoughts kept straying to the man who’d captured her heart.





Chapter Seventeen



He stood in the hotel room on Friday night waiting for her arrive. Holding the keys inside his pocket made him wonder if he was making the right decision. For a week he’d been away from her, and in that week he’d organised to keep her as part of his life.

Was he a selfish bastard for wanting to keep her to himself? If it wasn’t for Brad he would have taken her somewhere and spent all of his free time with her where no one could find them.

Glancing down at the time he knew it was only a matter of minutes until she was at the door. His hands were sweaty. What if she didn’t like it? What if she said no?

Shutting out the thoughts he stood as he heard the key in the lock. Seconds later she opened the door and there she stood, the woman who’d become a vital part of him.

If she’s so important to you, why haven’t you told her he truth about who you are?

“Isaac.” She said his name with a smile which lit up her whole face.

He went to her, wrapping his arms around her. She felt so good under his touch. Her beautiful lemon scent comforted him. In seconds his cock was rock-hard, and all he wanted to do was fuck her and absorb her. If he could bottle her in a jar and keep her with him he would do it. The obsession he was feeling towards her was startling him.

Isaac kissed her. He’d been away from her for a week and felt like it had been longer since he last saw. She opened to him, accepting his kiss and the love he was showing her. The love he couldn’t give her with words. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was in love with her, but he couldn’t say the words.

“I’ve missed you,” he said.

“I’ve missed you, too. I dreamt about you every night.” She caressed his chest.

“That sounds promising.” He ran his hands down her back to cup her ass.

“It wasn’t as good as you.”

He chuckled, taking her lips in another kiss. She tasted of lemon, a highly addictive flavour.

“Do you trust me?” he asked as he pulled back staring into her eyes.

“You know I do, Isaac. More than anyone in my life.”

He took her hand and led her out to his car. She got in without question. Her trust of him touched him far more than anything else. Placing the seat belt around her, he shut the door before climbing into his own side. Starting up the engine, he pulled away from the hotel. He’d spent a great deal of time with estate agents to find the perfect loft space for her, which could combine into a studio. Also, he no longer wanted to meet her in a rundown hotel. She deserved the finer things in life, the finer things he could offer her.

The drive was a short one. Neither spoke as the tension between them rose. In no time, he parked in the secluded parking space. Isaac got out of the car, went round to her side, unbuckled her seat belt and helped her out of the car.

Taking her hand, he led the way to the elevator. Wrapping an arm around her waist he tapped his thigh, impatient to get her to his gift.

“Close your eyes,” he said as the elevator stopped. Her eyes closed. He opened the door. With a hand on her arm, he led her out into the main part of the loft.

Going behind her, he leaned down, kissed her neck. “Open your eyes,” he whispered against her ear.

Seconds later she gasped, her hand going to her mouth. Twirling the key on his finger, he watched her move around the short space. The skirt she wore tempted him to bend her over the sofa and take her hard and fast.

“What do you think?” he asked, leaning against the post.

“This is amazing. The light and space. How did you find this place? How can you afford this place?” She looked so happy.

“Do you like it?”

“Like it? I love it.” She skipped over to him, the smile on her face brightening up her whole features.

“It’s yours.”

“What?”

“I want you to have it. This loft is yours whenever you need to get away. Also, I don’t want to meet at that hotel anymore. I enjoy spending time with you.” Elle wrapped her hands around his waist with a huge smile on her face.

“How can I take this gift?” she asked.

“Don’t consider it a gift. Consider it our place to meet and be together.” He handed her a set of her own keys. “These are for you. I want you to come here as much as you like. Let’s go and check out the bedroom.”