He let out another oath. “Okay.”
A second later, he rolled her beneath him, and his welcome weight pinned her to the mattress as he slid all the way in.
“Mmm…” She smiled, running her hands up the hard muscles of his chest. “That’s what I needed. All of you.”
“You’ve got all of me, Isla.”
The sexy timbre of his voice when he was aroused was as powerful as any of his caresses. She shuddered, and as he dipped down to kiss her and he began to move in exactly the perfect rhythm, she clutched his biceps and moaned. The combination of his mouth on hers and a talented thumb reaching between them to brush her where they connected sent her over the edge.
Isla burst and broke the kiss to cry out, her pleasure too much to contain.
“Again,” he demanded, dragging his mouth down her neck while she was still working to come back to Earth.
“I don’t know that I can,” she panted. “Never did that before…not sure I’m made that way.”
Sinjin brought his gaze to hers. “Oh, you can. And will.” His voice was thick with arousal and firm with conviction. “I’ll make sure of it.”
Chapter Eight
“Again, Isla.” He thrust deeper now, harder, longer, pulling back each time until he was just barely inside her, making her clutch at him.
He was amazing, and the delicious torment and ecstasy, the feel of his hard body took her on a journey to somewhere she’d never gone before. It was almost too much, but at the same time, not enough.
“Sinjin…”
“I know.”
Moving so he was on his knees and resting back on his calves, he dragged her up with him, and she found herself straddling his lap. The angle had him touching a spot she hadn’t even known existed. Magic. She arched back and cried out, lost in the sensations, lost in him.
Sinjin slid his hand into her hair and stared deeply into her eyes. Her pulse leaped a second before his mouth came down on hers, hot and demanding, pretty much the epitome of the man. With one hand on her hip and the other cupping her head, he completely controlled their movements.
That probably should’ve been annoying.
No. Heck, no. It turned Isla on, big-time. Her breasts were crushed to his chest, her nipples hard and aching, sending jolts of pleasure to her core every time he moved.
With his teeth scraping along her throat and all his delicious muscles flexing as his hips rolled into hers, she was right back to that blissful edge again.
“Look at me, Isla.” His voice caressed her into complying. “Come with me.”
And as he moved inside her, she held his gaze, and a second, stronger orgasm burst through her. Gripping her hips, Sinjin thrust hard inside her and stilled, finding his own silent release.
He kissed her again, slow and long as they both came down from wherever the hell he’d taken her. Then he gentled the connection and touched his mouth to hers, moving it along her jaw to her forehead.
A second later, they collapsed together onto the mattress. Isla couldn’t feel her bones. They were mush.
“That was…my new favorite way to relieve stress,” she said, small tremors continuing to shake through her body.
His mouth curved with a hint of a smile as sprawled onto his back and pulled her against him.
“I mean, holy smokes, Sinjin,” she said, still trying to catch her breath.
He made a sort of grunting sound. “I wasn’t aiming for holy smokes. My goal was to make you feel good.”
“Well, you did that and more. I’m so glad Lyndsey left that box of condoms.” She tipped her head back to meet his gaze. “Did you have any with you?”
“No.” He lifted a hand to caress her arm. “Despite my attraction to you, I came over to help you with your dog. Not to…” His voice trailed off.
“Relieve my stress? Rock my world? Give me multiple orgasms?”
