The Runaway Groom

Isaac raised a brow and slowly pried Irene's fingers off his collar before pressing her palm over his chest. "I know you have steady hands, but could you bear to take my heart?"

Irene stiffened, not about to back down. "Why wouldn't I? You're going to cheat on me."

“Then you can have my heart right now," he breathed as he wormed his other arm around her waist and pulled firmly, pressing her against himself.

Then, leaning in to breathe into her ear, he added, "Along with all that I am."

Irene flushed into her ears right then as she got flustered.

Even his palm burned.

Shyly lowering her gaze, she pouted. "Don't try to entice me and think this is over..."

Isaac continued to nuzzle her ear. "Well, what did I do?"

"That woman—"

we having sex?" he asked, cutting her

was speechless but answered,

being paranoid and certainly did not see

was not easy for them to get together after all they had been

be wary— she refused to let her marriage end

arms around his neck and gently kissed him on the lips. "If you don't

lips over hers before she could finish, and he kissed her so deeply she flushed

gently shoved him in reflex. "Slow

grip but did not release her, and Irene answered his

Isaac would definitely get upset if she mentioned going to Minerva

being selfish, but she should be

on her chest while her mind was

found Isaac groping her breasts. She promptly caught his wrists, moaning,

in his

know," Isaac rasped and picked her up by the waist, so that