He set his other hand on her hip to still her movements, and released her nipple, scraping it with his teeth before drawing back to puff a breath onto the stiff peak.
Shivers spread down her body, and she couldn’t catch her breath.
“Slow down,” he murmured against her breast. “I’ve got you.”
Her blood was burning through her veins and her body was needy, making Isla want to get him too. She wanted to stroke him, touch him, make the talented man crazy with need like he was doing to her.
She reached for his jeans, loving how his abs quivered under her touch as she undid the button and zipper before pushing them to his knees.
His erection was hard and big, barely fitting beneath his slate-gray briefs, and she stopped a second to swallow past her suddenly dry throat. Her body literally ached with the need to feel him inside.
If this was lust, then all those lost years must be hitting her at once, because she had to hold herself back from ripping off the rest of his clothes.
Lifting her gaze to his, she blinked at the desire burning in his eyes.
“Something wrong?” he asked.
“No.” She bit her lower lip. “I’m just trying to keep from attacking you.”
“Don’t,” he said, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. “Don’t ever hold back.”
She exhaled. “Okay.”
Reaching out, Isla cupped the large bulge beneath his briefs and her heart rocked then rocked a second time when his erection pulsed under her hand. She brushed her thumb down the thick length then back up and smiled when he sucked in a breath. Intent on enjoying the moment, she slowly tugged the briefs over his bulge and then down to his ankles along with his jeans before wrapping her hands around his erection.
Muttering a curse, Sinjin hauled her upright and kissed her hard and deep as they kicked out of the clothes at their feet. His mouth continued to take her, claim her, wild, rough, and thorough. It was as if the guy knew exactly what she wanted, and right now, what she wanted was more.
“I need you,” she whispered. Since he’d told her never to hold back, she didn’t. “I need you inside me.”
He swiped the box of condoms from the counter, and she wasted no time grabbing his wrist and tugging him across the living room to the only bedroom in the cottage.
It wasn’t large but it was cozy with enough space to fit a queen size bed and two nightstands that matched a tall dresser positioned between two windows on the wall opposite her closet. The blue bedding with daisies on them and matching curtains reminded her of carefree summer days.
Once inside the room, she gently pushed him onto the bed and flicked on a lamp as he stretched out onto his back. His gorgeous skin contrasted darkly with the daisies, and her pulse fluttered. The soft light caressed his muscles and ridges and showcased his glorious arousal. She couldn’t believe the handsome man was all hers tonight.
He dropped the condoms near the pillow above his head and motioned with his finger for her to join him.
“Come here,” he said.
Without wasting a second, Isla crawled up his hot, hard body to straddle him, moaning at the feel of him beneath her, loving the way his hands automatically slid over her hips, and he cupped her ass, grinding her against him.
She wanted this man, badly.
“Hold that thought,” she all but panted as she leaned over him to fish a condom from the box.
His hands tightened on her hips, and he surged up and ran his tongue over a nipple. Isla closed her eyes and moaned when he sucked her into his hot mouth with a strong pull. Opening her eyes, she found him watching her with a mixture of need and satisfaction in his gorgeous espresso depths.
He released her nipple, reached for the condom in her fingers, and tore it open. Isla grabbed it back and rolled it slowly down his length, brushing him here and there, and that changedhis attitude. No longer cocky and teasing, he swore roughly and begged her to finish.
She was still smiling when she lifted and took just the tip of him inside her. But it all backfired when the feel of him stretching her was enough to render her a panting idiot again.
Wanting more, Isla arched in an attempt to draw him in deeper, but he held her firmly in place, his fingers digging into her hips.
“More,” she muttered.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, easing her down a little at a time.
“I’m good, Sinjin,” she said between breaths. “I need more. Please.”
