She cried out with pleasure and surprise. Her hands were in my hair within seconds and I took that as a need to delve deeper. Her moans were growing intense as I licked and sucked on all her tender spots. As much as I wanted to see her go into a complete state of ecstasy, there was a better way to get her there and I couldn’t hold out much longer.
“Hold tight,” I whispered.
I pulled away and removed what remained of my clothing, before reaching to my dresser for a condom. Isabel was swift to lift it from my fingers, tearing the wrapper open and sheathing me slowly. When she reached the end and licked her lips, I almost didn’t make it, moving quickly to her entrance and connecting our bodies.
Once we got into a rhythm, I wrapped one hand on the back of her head and the other embraced her thigh. I lifted her, flattening her back against the headboard and plunging into her.
She felt incredible; wet, hot and smooth. Her moans were growing louder as her fingers dug into my skin with every thrust. I increased speed and pressure, feeling my own climax close. She screamed in what I confess might have been the most beautiful sounds I’d ever heard, before her movements slowed and she melted around me. My own release came in strong with another deep thrust and I groaned and cursed before falling beside her.
Releasing a breath, I pulled her inert body over mine, loving the erotic scent emanating from her and brushed a few damp hair strands from her face.
She was still panting slightly when she said, “Can’t believe I almost left.”
I hummed, now tracing my fingers down her lower back. “With all due respect, I was never going to let that happen.”
“I had a really nice time.”
A chuckle escaped me. “Yeah, me too.”
She gave me a look and pushed off me, rolling onto her back. “I meant today.”
I turned to face her, pulling her closer. “I know,” I said, kissing her forehead. “And still, me too.”
I held her close until she drifted off to sleep in my arms. My heart swelled with the idea of waking up with this woman. Regardless of how mesmerizing she was; I was no fool. Whether or not she was hiding something remained to be seen, but there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that there was more to her story. I knew I risked losing her if I pressed too hard, so instead I chose to spend every moment she gave me, trying to prove to ‘just Isabel’ that she could trust me with her life.
22
ELLE
My eyes flutteredat the unfamiliar brightness in the room. Grasping the sheets and squinting at the obnoxiously large windows, I sat up. It didn’t take me long to take in the stunning view of the glistening river in the sunrise.
Knowing I was alone, I still turned to the empty space where Scott had been sleeping. My clothes were neatly laid out on the edge of the bed on his side. Everything except for…I yanked on the sheets and duvet to check the bottom of my side of the bed.
Nope.
I took a minute to try to remember exactly the moment I’d lost them and lowered the sheets, completely exposing myself as I bent over to peek at the floor.
“Looking for these?” Scott appeared from the master bathroom, shirtless, with a towel wrapped around his waist and my underwear hanging on the tip of his index finger.
Jesus.
By the wicked grin on his face as he took me in, I must have looked like an utter sex kitten, naked on all fours on his bed. Instead of jumping to cover myself in the unflattering light, I was oddly aroused by the scene.
“Come get ‘em,” he teased.
Obediently, I slipped out of the bed and walked over to him by the window. His smoldering eyes making me pool between my legs.
I reached for them and he grabbed my hand, tugging me against him, kissing me with a passion that made me melt into him.
His fingers were at my core before I realized and he stroked at the wetness. “Shouldn’t we do something about this first?” he muttered against my lips.
“Please.” I moaned, without a clue as to where on earth that came from. Had I just begged him to fuck me again?
He wasted no time getting me back onto his bed, hovering over me and taking my mouth in a deep kiss, then pulling back, holding my gaze as he sank into me.
“It must be magnificent waking up to this every morning.” I said as I walked out into his living room, remembering he had a corner apartment with floor to ceiling windows facing the lower west side.
“It was today,” he replied with a smirk, striding toward me with two glass mugs of foam rich coffee.
