No rules. No limitations. No strings, just pure pleasure. Something Isla had never indulged in before.
“I want you.” He lifted a hand and brushed her lower lip with his thumb, reigniting another round of shivers. Then he twisted her around, so he stood behind her.
She inhaled and trembled with a rush of that lust. “I want you too.”
And needed him. Lord, how she needed him.
“Normally, I ignore my desires.” He set a hand on her hip and pressed his mouth near her ear. “But with you, thereisno ignoring…only a deep, gnawing hunger.”
She understood that too. Very much.
He ran his talented mouth up the side of her neck, while his hand sat low on her belly, the tips of his fingers skimming just beneath the top of her shorts.
“You sure about this, Isla?” he asked, those fingers of his brushing back and forth on her skin, causing her heart to skip a beat. “You don’t seem like the one-night stand type.”
“Well, lucky for me, I am tonight,” she murmured, and could hardly believe this was finally happening in real time and not just her late-night fantasies.
His forehead pressed against the back of her head, and his warm breath washed over her skin. “What am I going to do with you?”
She smiled. “I have every confidence you’ll figure it out.”
A low laugh escaped him. “Roger that.”
Chapter Seven
Using his other hand, he pushed Isla’s hair over her shoulder and then his mouth blazed a path on her neck, his teeth scraping over the sweet spot behind her ear.
Inhaling, she clutched the arm bracing her against him, and she could feel his heat, his strength, and it added to her arousal, making her tremble.
“Cold?” he asked against her skin.
“Not hardly.”
Hot. Bothered. Needy. Yeah, she was all of those.
And more.
“Sinjin,” she finally whispered, only to break off with a moan when his fingers trailed up her belly to just under her breasts then back down again.
“Lift your arms,” he urged, and pushed her tank top slowly up her body, grazing some very happy parts along the journey to tugging it off.
The lacy bra beneath was light blue and barely contained her breasts, which were practically spilling out.
Sinjin took in the sight from over her shoulder and groaned.
“Nice,” he said in a voice so low in timbre it was nearly inaudible.
He skimmed a hand up her belly again, his thumb tracing the heavy underside of a breast for a moment before he unclasped the bra and tugged the straps down her arms in a slow, excruciatingly sexy way that made it difficult to draw in breath.
“Yes. That feels really nice,” she murmured.
With a rough growl, he nipped at her shoulder and palmed her breast, grinding a very noticeable erection into her bottom. Lost in pleasure, her eyes drifted shut and she let her head fall back to his chest.
“I’m glad my cousin thinks she’s funny,” she said, thinking of the box Lyndsey had left on the counter, then moaned when his thumb rasped over her hardened nipple.
“Me, too,” he said. “We’re going to use several of those condoms.”
He turned her to face him, and she immediately grasped the hem of his shirt and pushed it up and he helped her take it off. Shirtless and gorgeous, he had her mouth watering. Isla’s hands shook as she slid them up his chest, marveling at the feel of his smooth, hot skin, full of muscles and strength. Sexy and hard, and all hers tonight.
