Her shirt went to the bed as she stood in front of him. Her white lacy bra made her look so young and delicate. Isaac felt like a bastard. He was older than she, and he wanted her more than anything. His intentions were not all innocent. He wanted her with a passion that only a man of his age possessed.
Staring at the top part of her body he saw the white lines from her accident. Reaching out, he touched her. Her stomach wasn’t flat like the women he was used to. She had curves. Her waist spanned out into large, full h*ps that he knew he would be able to grip as he pounded deep inside her cunt. The fire burning inside him was growing brighter with every moment.
“What caused these?”
“I don’t talk about it.”
“Would you tell me?” he asked. Their first meeting was about taking it steady. She sat down next to him, her nakedness clearly forgotten in the moment.
He only had her shirt off, and he wanted to f**k her. Instead, he glanced at her. For the first time in his life, he sat and listened to her, not pretending while he thought of something else. He really listened.
“I was nine when it happened. My mum and dad got into a fight about his drinking. Dad had always liked a drink. I used to make him a vodka summer juice drink. Orange juice, summer fruit juice, and vodka. I loved the smell, and he always seemed to like me making it.”
Isaac felt so incredibly significant for her to be telling him this.
“Anyway, they argued, and dad stormed out. Said he was going to the shops, and he took me with him. Only he didn’t go straight to the shops but to the supermarket. I’d forgotten to put on my seat belt, and dad had been driving. My mum was at home apparently frantic as she called the police. Dad didn’t see the car coming towards him. He was so drunk he couldn’t even drive in a straight line. No one was hurt, but I went through the windscreen on the collision. The doctors considered it a miracle I survived with the small amount of scarring I got. I don’t remember much, only seeing the headlights of the other car followed by the crunch of metal. After that I heard my mum screaming at my dad. Since then, they always seem to be screaming at each other.”
Tears had fallen down her face as she told him the story. He didn’t think Brad knew the true extent of what had happened.
“You survived.”
“I survived.”
Chapter Seven
They lay down on the bed, talking. Noelle left her shirt off. They held hands, lifting their intertwined fingers to look at in the light. For the first time in her life she felt close to someone.
“How old are you?” she asked. Since meeting him she’d wanted to know how old he was. Glancing over at the clock on the bedside table, she saw it was gone ten. They’d been together for an hour and a half, but it felt longer to her.
“How old are you?”
“Twenty.”
“I don’t want to tell you my age,” he said.
“Please tell me. I know you’re older than I. I won’t judge.”
“I’m forty. Old enough to be your dad.”
“No, you’re not. My parents had me later in life. He’s sixty years old. I was a late baby.” She ran her hand down his arm feeling the strength in his muscles.
“At least you’re not running out of here calling me a pervert.”
Noelle laughed. “If anyone ran out of here it would be you.” She burst out laughing. Her hair was pulled back from her face where she lay on the bed.
“This hotel room is depressing. The decorators really need to upgrade.”
Their conversation made her giggle.
The hours passed, and their conversation took on light tones. They talked about their likes and dislikes, each getting to know the other. Noelle had never felt so close to someone before. She enjoyed the easy way in which she could talk to him.
“Do you have a problem with me being older than you?” he asked.
She found his age sexy. He was more mature than most people she’d come into contact with.
“I don’t mind your age.”
“Does that mean you’re going to want to continue seeing me? We can talk or do something else,” he said.
“I would like to see you more. If you don’t mind?” She rolled over to face him.
“I’d like that. Shall we say the same time every week?”
“I’d like that,” she said.
“It’s getting late. Can I drive you back to your place?” he asked.
“Do you think you should? Is that what you usually do?”
Noelle watched as a flash of annoyance crossed his face.
“I like you, Elle. I’ll make an exception to see that you get home safely.”
They left the hotel room ten minutes later after they got their shirts and coats back on. The moment she left the comfort of the room she put her hair back over her face. She handed the key back over to the manager. Isaac stood outside waiting her.
“I don’t mind getting a taxi,” she said. She didn’t like the thought of putting him out. Also, what would happen if he came to her apartment while Brad was there? There were so many problems, and she wanted this to be hers alone without the fear of what others would say.
“I want to take you home. Get in.” He opened the door and took her hand to help her inside his car. The touch of his hand sent electricity up her arm making her gasp.
Isaac placed the seatbelt around her, securing her into the car. She was touched by his action.
He moved round the car and got into the driver’s side. The engine roared to life the moment he turned the key in the ignition. He pulled away from the parking space. She gave him directions to her apartment. The space between them felt huge in the small car. The closeness they had shared in the hotel room was gone. She would be going back to her secluded life while he went and saw other women.
Biting her lip, she glanced out of the window. Would the next woman get his attention? Would she have flawless skin with natural beauty?
Stemming the thoughts inside her head, she watched the city go by. Before she knew what was happening, Isaac was parked outside of her apartment. She stared at the steps leading into the big house.
He made a move to get out, and she stopped him with a hand on top of his.
“You don’t need to get out. Thank you for driving me home.” She unbuckled her seat belt.
“I look forward to seeing you again. Wait.” He started searching his coat. She saw him pull out a piece of paper. “If you need anything at all, call this number.” He passed her the piece of paper with the number to get in touch. “Phone any time. Day or night.”