Unforgettable

Chapter 11 I "Get dressed."

Allison's POV

It has been over a week since I slept in a "normal" bed. The bed on the yacht was normal, but since we were on the ocean, there was always these little movements, gently rocking me to sleep. So waking up was also really hard. But I had to admit, waking up in this beautiful mansion of Isaac's, it became even harder.

But the reason was the owner himself. How can he stroke my hair so gently, trace my skin so nicely, simply waking me up and making me feel cherished. He wasn't being fair.

"OH GOD." I jump up once I see Isaac sitting on the edge of the bed clearly and realize what was happening. Backing up, so my back is against the headboard, I check myself and see how little of my body is covered by my pyjamas. "Oh shit." I immediately scramble to get the blanket and pull it up against my chest, covering myself from his view. "What the hell are you doing here?" I screech, really hoping my hair didn't look too bad.

"It's almost noon, baby." He smirks, not faced about being really overstepping right now.

"So?" I ask, still very mad. "How about knocking, or getting me an alarm?" I shake my head. "Wait, how long were you in here for?" I widen my eyes, remembering that he was a creep and liked to watch me sleep.

"An hour, or so." He casually shrugs his shoulders, reaching out grab my blanket.

"Hey, stop that." I protest, swatting his hand away, but he didn't listen, pulling the blanket away from me, so immediately, I start fighting him for it. "Isaac!" I whine and crawl over to him, wanting to have the blanket to cover myself. I wasn't much of a thinker then, since I crawled directly into his arms. Isaac, of course, used this to his advantage and pulls me over to straddle his lap. "Give me the blanket." I tell him again, before I notice how damn close our faces are. When I look down, noticing our position, my eyes widen further and I attempt to get away again. But to no avail. Isaac simply smirks and holds me in place with his arms around my waist. "This is very inappropriate, Isaac." I try to remind him in a calm manner, hoping he'd realize and let me go. I couldn't let him get so close. Yesterday and my moment of weakness was a one time mistake, I promised myself this. Never let it happen again.

"And here I was hoping you'd let me finally have taste of your before we start the day." He whispers since he was so close. But when the meaning of his word finally sink in, my core clenches. This rush between my legs making me jump a little and give Isaac the opportunity to me so close, my aching, most private part was pressed right over his crotch.

Shit.

He was hard. For me.

"Isaac." I whisper in a warning tone. It was more of a warning to myself to not let this situation get out of hand.

"Baby, say my name like that again and you're getting fucked." He growls and I open my lips to protest when he cuts me of with his own lips. And I'm beat. Whatever it is about his lips, but they make me stupid. I forget all my principles, doing stupid things like kissing him back and wrapping my arms around him as I grab a handful of his hair.

He kisses me, not gently, but so passionate, I get an understanding of how bad he wants me. As he pull my lower lip in between his teeth, his hands grab my ass, pulling me impossibly close to him, I whimper in desperation. Desperate because this was too good and yet not enough.

"mhh." I sigh loudly, not even ashamed to show him how much I liked it. How good it felt to be held by him. And for the first time in my life, I felt like all the women in the movies. I was held by a man. A real man, strong enough to protect me, make me feel so incredibly good. And I just knew that when he'd fuck me, it would be the best I ever have. And I had the feeling that us having sex was inevitable. But could I really give myself to him? Give him the one thing he truly wants from me, overcoming all my principles. "I can't do this, Isaac." I somehow find the power to stop, pulling away as far as he lets me.