The Fight for Us by Elizabeth Finn Page B

moan he returned vibrated past her lips and down her throat.
    When the door downstairs suddenly slammed shut, they both gasped, sucking the breath from one another’s mouths and pulling apart in unison. She was panting, taking lurching shuttering gasps as she tried to focus on what was happening. It was the most confusing moment in her life, trying to shift from the complete and utter sexual frenzy of what they’d been doing back to the real world, real life, and real slamming doors in one second flat.
    “Joss!” Randall’s voice trailed up to them from the main level.
    “Fuck.” She tried to talk through her panting breaths.
    Isaiah pulled his hands from her body, letting his still groping fingertips gently brush across her nipple one last time. She gasped again, and he calmly watched her face. His rapid breathing and equally fast blinking said what his still body and expressionless face didn’t. He was freaking the fuck out just as much as she was.
    “Randall?” His head cocked to the side as he questioned her.
    She did nothing but nod in response, still struggling to breathe enough to talk.
    “I think I hate him already,” Isaiah muttered as he turned from her, clearing his throat and waiting for her to lead him back downstairs.
    She was as silent as he was as she led the way, and she forced herself to release a deep breath as she stepped off the last stair to the foyer floor. They found Randall in the kitchen peering into her purse without touching it. He was a snoop, and if it wasn’t her tits he was infringing on it, she couldn’t say she was surprised to see it would be her personal possessions.
    “What are you doing, Randall?” Her voice was finally working again, and as she glared at him, he slowly turned around with a broad smile on his face.
    “Ah, Joselyn. Good of you to show my listing for me.”
    She sneered in response.
    His eyes zoned in on her tits as he started to talk. “On my way to pick up a client— ” he enunciated it strangely for some odd reason “—and I thought I’d swing by. I have an open house here this weekend. Just wanted to make sure everything was in order seeing as the owners are in Florida for the winter. Didn’t expect to see you—”
    Isaiah’s snapping fingers over her right shoulder cut Randall off and made her jump. When Randall’s focus quickly pulled up at the sound, Isaiah spoke.
    “What part of her are you surprised to see? Because you can’t seem to find anything but her chest.”
    Randall laughed nervously but played off Isaiah’s comment as a joke. When Isaiah stepped up beside her, his arms were crossed on his chest and he was glaring. If Randall really thought there was anything about Isaiah’s demeanor that was joking, then he’d lost his damn mind.
    “Have we met?” Randall was suddenly all charm, smiling ear to ear as he held his hand out to Isaiah.
    Isaiah glanced to his outstretched hand before ignoring it and coolly looking back to the man’s eyes. When Isaiah reached past Randall to snatch her purse and coat from the kitchen island, he spoke over his shoulder to her. “We should go. This house is overpriced.” It was, frankly.
    “This house has some amazing features. I’m guessing Joselyn just didn’t point them out—”
    “Shut up,” Isaiah muttered as his attention returned to her.
    She could feel her eyes bulging. Isaiah reached to her chin, pushing it up to close her mouth, and smirked. Of course, Isaiah was blocking Randall’s view of her, so the man missed her shock.
    He helped her into her coat and handed her purse to her as well. Randall remained quiet the entire time, and they spoke not a word to the man as they turned and left the house. But the moment the front door was closed, Isaiah spat out, “Prick,” on an irritated sigh.
    She followed him, but when he suddenly stopped and rounded on her, she nearly walked into his chest.
    “The man is aware you have a face, right?”
    She balked. “You’re one to talk.”