His gorgeous brown eyes were dark and heated and on her. Protective. Fierce. Unfaltering. He was beautiful. From those eyes to his talented lips, his black hair that fell past his broad shoulders, to every muscle and ridge under his mahogany skin…yeah, everything about the man was beautiful.
“I haven’t done this in a while,” she felt compelled to tell him. “Or a lot.” She toyed with the top button on his jeans, the backs of her fingers brushing against the smooth, taut skin of his abs, which were—as she’d always suspected—washboard ridged and hard.
“Isla.” His fingers speared into her hair, holding her head in his large palms as he searched her gaze, straight into her soul. “Explain.”
“It’s been almost ten years,” she replied with a shrug despite the mortification rushing through her. “And counting you, I’ve been with exactly two people.”
She dropped her gaze, suddenly sorry she’d said anything. Stupid move. It proved her novice status tenfold.
When he still hadn’t said a word, a sigh escaped her.
“I’d understand if you’d rather be with someone more experienced.”
She wouldn’t like it, but she’d understand.
“No, Isla.” His answer was hot along her skin as his lips grazed her earlobe. “The only person I want to be with is you.”
A thrill like no other she’d ever felt before tore through her, leaving her with more than an unsteady pulse. Her legs shook and continued that dance as he unhooked her shorts and slowly tugged the zipper down. A wave of heat slid south.
Her shorts followed suit, landing on the floor with a soft thud.
Sinjin took in her light blue panties that matched her bra. “Very nice,” he murmured, cupping her ass, which made her already hardened nipples tighten even further.
“Mmm…the things you do, Sinjin,” she whispered. “They make me want more.”
He carefully backed her into the nearest wall and slid a muscled thigh between hers. “What more do you want, Isla?” His palms flattened on either side of her head, his body barely touching hers.
“You,” she answered simply. “I want you, Sinjin.”
“You’ve got me,” he said hotly against her ear. “All of me.”
“Yes, please.”
He chuckled softly and kissed her with such gentleness that her heart swelled in her chest. “What would you like me to do?”
Meimmediately came to mind, but she didn’t voice it. Instead, she ran a finger down the hard plains of his abs to slip beneath the band of his jeans. “Get naked.”
He dipped down and ran his tongue across her nipple. “Naked is good.”
“Yes!” she cried out when he sucked her into his mouth, “So good.”
Using one hand, he removed her panties then slid that hand slowly up her thigh. “Better than good.”
Isla cupped his face and pulled his mouth back to hers, kissing him over and over, loving the way his tongue slid inside, demanding a response from hers. When they broke for air, she shivered at the hunger blazing in his eyes.
His hands were moving south, touching, stroking a scorching path to where she longed to feel him the most.
Holding her gaze, he brushed her folds with his thumb.
She trembled, wishing he would continue, but was unsure how to voice her demands.
“Like that?” he asked, his gaze hot with the need flowing through her.
“Yes.” She closed her eyes, and when he slid a finger inside, she tipped her head back and cried out, no longer concerned about holding back, “That’s…I’m—”
“Gorgeous,” he murmured, his finger slowly moving in and out. “And very wet.” He dipped down again and sucked on her other nipple, pressing it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.
Isla moaned and ground her hips against him.
