Hard Habit to Break (A Chicago Love Story #1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

ten o’clock.
     
    “I’d better get going. It’s a long walk home,” I laugh.
     
    “I’d hate to send you home right after you eat. Maybe you shouldn’t leave yet.”
     
    “Ya know, I heard it’s not good to walk after you eat. I shouldn’t be out much later though, CeCe freaks out if I walk home in the dark, even if it’s next door.”
     
    “It won’t be dark in the morning,” he says softly.
     
    I feel the heat rise in my cheeks and the fire start in my belly. He’s kissing me again and I melt into him. He takes my hand and leads me upstairs. My head is spinning. Even if this doesn’t go anywhere else, I wouldn’t change a thing. We get to his bedroom and he seems to have changed his mind. He heads into the closet, leaving me standing in his room alone. I’m not sure what to think so I go into the doorway to peek inside. There’s another door at the end of the closet so I go inside. The steam pouring in through the other door indicates that it leads to the bathroom. I see he’s left his clothes in a trail on the floor so I do the same.
     
    I walk into the bathroom completely nude. He’s in the oversized shower and he’s left the door slightly open. I take a deep breath and step in.
     
    “Liv!” He says, surprised to see me.
     
    Oh, shit. This was not what he’d intended. He just wanted to clean up. Shit, shit, triple-shit. I am mortified and turn to leave but he catches my arm.
     
    “I’m sorry. I thought you wanted me to join you. Words cannot express how completely embarrassed I am.”
     
    “I was just going to shower then join you in the bedroom. It wasn’t what I had in mind, but this is better,” the hunger in his eyes gives me chills despite the hot water.
     
    He pulls me into his arms and shifts me into the water. The shower head is center mounted so it pours over both of us. My hair is soaked and he’s massaging his shampoo into my scalp. It smells amazing, it feels amazing. I grab the soap and start washing him. When I get to his groin, I discover that he’s really enjoying this. So am I. Isaac is looking at me like he doesn’t know if he can control himself. I press into him and kiss his neck. My lips travel down to his shoulders and chest. He has sparse chest hair and it tickles my lips as I graze them across it.
     
    In an instant I’m against the shower wall. The air is momentarily knocked out of me but I don’t care. He lifts me and I wrap my legs around him as he lowers me onto him. I’ve never done anything like this and I’m surprised by the sensation. He’s deeper and bigger than he seemed on the couch. He seems pleased by the depth. We’re less gentle this time. He’s got me against the wall and I move up and down with his thrusts. I cry out in pleasure as he picks up the pace.
     
    “Liv,” Isaac says my name in a moan and claims my mouth.
     
    The rhythm increases as we both reach climax. I notice that this time, he doesn’t pull out. Something about that makes my orgasm more intense and a cry rips out of me at the intensity of the moment.
     
    “I’m so sorry,” he says as he realizes what he did.
     
    “It’s alright. I have an IUD. I’ve had one for a few years, no interest in having kids anytime soon. But, we better get some condoms if this isn’t going to be a one-time-thing,” I laugh.
     
    We both finish showering without further complications then we head to the bedroom. We lay down on the bed and he holds me in his arms. This is somehow more intimate than sex. He is softly running his fingers up and down my back as I lay with my arm comfortably wrapped around his waist.
     
    “Tell me about your wife.”
     
    He clears his throat as though this subject surprises him, “We married young. Right out of high school. She was my first love. We went to college together and started to build our life. She was beautiful. She had deep brown eyes and hair that was almost black. I loved her.”
     
    “What happened?”
     
    “She was working