Unfold Me by Talia Ellison Page B

or touch me.”
    “Okay,” he says, but he doesn’t look so sure of it. For some reason, that makes me smile. I position myself over him and guide his cock into my opening. As I slowly lower my hips on him, we both let out a soft moan. I rock my hips, and he lifts himself off the bed, meeting me thrust for thrust. As Isaac watches me, I run my hands up and down my body, caressing my breasts. Our movements become more urgent, and I clench around him as ripples of pleasure surge through us, making us both cry out.
    I roll off him, trying to catch my breath. The tension in my shoulders is long gone, and I feel content and sated. Isaac sits up, running a hand through his sweaty hair. My gaze falls on his back and the numerous scars that cover his skin. I could kill the person who did that to him with my own bare hands.
    “Ugly, aren’t they?” He looks at me over his shoulder, a half smile on his lips, and breaks me out of my dark thoughts.
    “What? No... I mean... You shouldn’t have them. I can’t imagine the pain it must have...” I sit up.
    “It doesn’t matter. I got used to it.” He shrugs, and I raise my hand.
    “Can I... touch them?”
    “Sure. If you want to.”
    I gently trace my finger over the longest one that goes from his left shoulder to his right hip. Then I bow my head and kiss my path down his back. When I pull back, he twists around and captures my lips with his.
    “No one’s ever done that,” he says, his voice light. I want to pull him to me and wrap myself around him until we both fall asleep, but then we’d break our own agreement. This is supposed to be just sex, not anything else, so I grab the sheet and wrap it around myself, getting to my feet.
    If I stay in here with him, I’m only going to make things complicated. There’s something in his eyes, an emotion I can’t identify, as he watches me go for the door, and for the first time, I wish we had met under different circumstances. But we haven’t. So I walk out of that door and don’t look back.

The next morning I tiptoe into the kitchen and grab myself a snack, but when I get to the living room, Isaac is already there. He’s sitting on the couch and watching TV, and he briefly looks up at me before focusing back on the screen. For a moment, I wonder if I should just go back to my room, but then realize how stupid that is. We just had sex. That shouldn’t change anything between us, or should it? I settle myself on the other side of the couch, with enough space in between us.
    “Want some?” I break the silence, turning the bag of chips toward him.
    “Sure.” He dips his hand into the bag and takes a handful.
    “Chocolate?” I push the chocolate bar toward him, and he raises an eyebrow at me. Instead of answering, I take a small piece of chocolate and put it in between two chips, then pop it into my mouth. A smile tugs on Isaac’s lips, but he doesn’t take the chocolate.
    “We need a superhero,” Isaac says a few moments later. “Someone who could take care of the bad guys instead of us. Someone who won’t accept a bunch of money or power and cover up things for the bad guys.”
    “Yeah,” I say, as I stare at the TV screen. The vigilante discharges three arrows into his enemy, who drops to the ground. Could I ever let an arrow or a bullet fly in Archer’s direction? I don’t even know.
    “What you said yesterday...” Isaac turns his head toward me. “I know you want to stop our mission, but the party is tonight and... I’d like you to think about it once again. We don’t have superheroes who can take care of this, and if we don’t do anything, Archer will just continue hurting people and being a threat to everyone, especially to you and your family. Even if Raphael goes down, Archer won’t. He’ll never pay for what he’s done to us and to everyone else. Do you really want him to get away with everything?”
    “No.” I sigh. “But Archer wants me to prove that I’m serious about this whole owning