“I’m not going anywhere,” he murmurs just as he kisses me. Before I can get too into it, he pulls away. “Open the door. Show me your place.”

With a smile, I turn away from him and unlock the door, a thrill racing through me when he reaches above me to push the door open wider. We hurry in, Isaac closing and locking the door behind him, and I turn on the closest lamp before offering him a quick tour.

“This is really nice,” he says as he follows me around my small one-bedroom apartment. I show him the kitchen and small dining area. The spacious living room. The short hall and the small half-bathroom.

“Thank you. I really like it too. I feel safe here. I love that it’s a gated community and it has such high security,” I tell him. I’ve never lived alone before so those things were really important to me.

He frowns. “That ex of yours—he’s not some kind of crazed stalker, is he? Is he still giving you a hard time?”

A nervous laugh escapes me and I shake my head. “No, no. He’s nothing like that. We haven’t spoken since the day I moved out of his place. He’s definitely not stalking me. I’ve just never lived alone before and this apartment gives me a sense of security that I really like.”

“That’s good.” He rests his hands on his hips, scanning the living room and kitchen. “I’m glad to hear he’s not giving you any trouble.”

“Nope. No trouble at all.” I approach Isaac slowly, unsure of what to do or say next. Again, I’m not used to this sort of thing, and I don’t want to look like an amateur, even though I totally am. “You want something to drink?”

“No thanks.” The moment I’m in reachable distance, he’s grabbing my hand and pulling me to him, his strong arms wrapping around my waist. “You didn’t show me your bedroom.”

I rest my hands on his chest once again, marveling at all the strength I can feel beneath my fingertips. He’s so broad and firm beneath my hands. And warm. Incredibly warm. “You want to see my bedroom?”

“Only if you want to show me,” he says, giving me all the power.

Before I can answer, his mouth is on mine, delivering a drugging kiss. I fall into it, a sigh escaping me right as our tongues tangle. We kiss like this for long, tongue filled minutes, standing in the muted light of my living room. I slowly slide my hands up, winding my arms around his neck as we press close. Closer.

Until we’re as close as we can get save for the barriers of our clothes.

Yeah. Things are moving fast between us, and normally I’d be pressing the brakes and asking for him to slow down.

But right now, I don’t want to slow down. I just want more.

More, more, more.

Pretty confident Isaac feels the same way too.