She blinks, taken aback. “You bought my shampoo, too?” she asks.
I shrug again. “It’s the good kind, right? At least Aurora told me that’s the one you like to use.”
“You asked Aurora?”
“Yeah,” I say, scratching the back of my neck. “I guess I wanted you to feel like you could stay… if you wanted to, and you’d have all the essentials here.”
Her eyes search mine and she steps closer, sliding her hands up to my neck.
I lean in and press my lips to hers again, wanting to show her how much I want her, how much I need her.
My hands move to her waist, pulling her closer, and her hands slip beneath my shirt, her fingers trailing along my skin.
“Ryan,” she breathes against my lips, her voice trembling slightly.
I lift her shirt over her head slowly, my fingers brushing the smooth skin of her stomach. She shivers under my touch, her breath catching. She’s perfect in every way, and the way she looks at me right now… it makes me forget about everything else.
“We don’t need to rush anymore,” I murmur, my lips trailing down her neck, my hands moving to unbutton her jeans. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper, the words catching in my throat. My thumbs trace the subtle dip at her waist. “Kinda makes it worth having a busted lip.”
She lets out a breathy laugh, and her fingers curl behind my neck, playing with the ends of my hair. I watch her smile bloom slow, and it melts something inside me.
I slide one hand up, fingers brushing the underside of her bra, and unhook it with a snap. Her breasts spill free, full and soft, her nipples already tight, and I let out a quiet groan and cup her, my thumb grazing over her nipple as I lower my mouth to her shoulder, dragging kisses up the curve of her neck.
Her hands are already under my shirt, tugging, insistent, and I pull it over my head and toss it aside. Her fingers trail over my skin like she’s memorizing me by touch, and I swear I feel every inch of it all the way down.
“You don’t even know what you do to me,” I murmur, kissing down her chest, between her breasts, tasting her skin, lingering just to feel her tremble. “Every time you tuck your hair behind your ear when you’re concentrating. Every time your brow furrows when you’re working on new plays. Every time you look at me like this—like I’m the only thing you want.”
I take my time pulling her jeans down, inch by inch, my fingers dragging along her thighs, leaving her in nothing but simple, soft panties, molded to the shape of her pretty pussy.
She moans when I kiss the inside of her thigh, her fingers tightening in my hair, and her hips rise just barely off the bed.
I ease her panties down slowly, and I feel her breath hitch when the cool air touches her. I toss it to the side and slide up her body until we’re pressed together again, chest to chest, skin to skin, the heat of her slick against my stomach, begging, pleading.
Her legs curl around my waist, pulling me down into her, and I grind against her. She gasps into my mouth, clutching at my back, her body already starting to shake.
She touches my face, holds it like she’s afraid I’ll disappear if she lets go and I lean down to kiss her. I line up with her, lettingthe tip of my cock nudge against her soaked pussy. She’s so wet already it makes me groan.
I push in slow, careful, watching her eyes roll back just a little, her hands scrambling up my arms to anchor herself. She’s tight, warm, slick—perfect. Her mouth drops open, and she lets out the prettiest moan as I sink deeper.
“Fuck, Isabella,” I breathe, forehead against hers, buried all the way inside her. “You feel so fucking good. You were made for me, baby. Every inch of you.”
Her legs tighten around me, pulling me deeper, her heels pressing into my ass, and I start to move. Slow strokes, grinding into her, feeling her body stretch and take me with that perfect squeeze.
“You know what I love about you?” I pant, my hips rolling into hers. She shivers under me, whimpering, her nails digging into my back.
She shakes her head, her lips parting on a gasp when I bottom out again, staying there a second just to feel her pulse around me.
“I love the way your eyes light up when you laugh,” I say, kissing the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, then down her neck. “The way you tease me. God, it drives me crazy.”
She lets out a tiny breathless, which turns into a gasp when I angle my hips just right and hit that spot inside her that makes her thighs shake.
“You always know what I need,” I keep going, my voice rough, getting lost in the feel of her. “It’s like you can read my mind.”
I push inside her again, keeping the pace slow. Her moans get louder, her head falling back, her neck falling back, and I take that as my opportunity to kiss down the line of her throat.”
“And you’re so damn smart, Isabella,” I groan into her skin. “You’re so ambitious… I know you’ll get everything you want, and I’ll be right here, cheering you on every step of the way.”
She moans and grabs my face to kiss me again, tongues tangling, teeth clashing a little. It’s messy and so fucking good.
