“That’s it, baby,” I rasp, dragging my teeth along her jaw, my hips snapping into hers. “Come on. Take what you need.”
Her breath comes in short, desperate gasps, her thighs trembling around my waist. I can feel how close she is. How badly she wants to let go. And fuck, I need it just as much.
I keep my thumb on her clit, circling slowly, watching her squirm, and shift my hips, hitting that spot that makes her entire body tense.
Her hands slip under my shirt as she rolls her hips, chasing the friction she needs.
I thrust into her harder, groaning at how perfect she feels.
“I don’t want to pull out, baby.” I mutter against her lips, fisting a hand through her curls. “I want to stay inside you forever, feel you squeeze me like that.”
Her breath catches as she bucks against me. I can feel the tension building, her body shivering.
“You close?” I ask, grinding into her, pushing deeper, harder, watching her face twist with pleasure as she gasps for air.
She whimpers, barely able to nod.
I grunt, my hips snapping against hers as my thumb rubs her swollen clit. “Then come for me, baby,” I whisper, watching her fall apart.
She breaks, her back arches, a loud cry slipping out, and I slap a hand over her mouth to muffle it. Her body jerks as she comes, her pussy pulsing around me like a fucking vice.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan, my hands gripping her tighter, pulling her into me. “So tight—so wet—fuuuck.”
Her orgasm is like a tidal wave, and it sends me spiraling. My own release follows fast, my body jerking as I slam into her one last time, my groan mixing with hers.
I stay inside her, letting the waves of pleasure roll through me as I catch my breath, resting my forehead on hers.Fuck.
Isabella’s warm breath hits my cheek, her body still shaking from the orgasm.
When I pull out, I can’t help myself. I cup her face, my thumb running over her cheek, just taking a second to get lost in those big brown eyes. My chest is still pounding, and I swallow, trying to steady myself. I lean in, kissing her slowly, holding onto this moment for a little longer.
I reach up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, my fingers brushing against her skin, unable to stop myself from savoring how soft she feels.
I know this is a mess. And I know if we’re not careful, this will end in disaster. But as I look at her, I know I can’t walk away from her.
There is not a fucking chance in hell this thing between us ends now.
22
RYAN
The first thing I feel when I wake up is sore.
The second thing? Smug as hell.
I stretch, then wince when a dull ache flares in my shoulder. It’s been a few weeks since that hit, but it still sneaks up on me sometimes. Probably should’ve iced it last night.
Ah, well. I was doing something way more fun.
A grin tugs at my lips at the reminder as I sink deeper into my pillow, my muscles still heavy with sleep.
My mind plays a loop of the memories from last night. Her hands on me. The way her breath hitched when I kissed down her neck. The way her fingers curled against my back, pulling me closer. The way she tightened around me even when we were interrupted.
Heat creeps up my neck, my skin tingling with the ghost of her touch. I should probably feel guilty. Maybe a tiny part of me does. But mostly? It just felt too fucking good. Too right. Nothing has felt as right as being with Isabella has.
I run a hand over my face, groaning as I force myself to sit up, and glance around my room, my eyes adjusting to the morninglight spilling in through the blinds. My clothes from last night are crumpled in the corner along with my shoes.
I scrub a hand through my hair, debating whether I have the energy to shower or if I can get away with just throwing on clean clothes and calling it a day.
