He chuckled. “Yes. That.”
Smiling, he kissed her again, then rolled off the bed and vanished into the hall, no doubt to use the bathroom. After she heard the bathroom door open and he hadn’t returned, Isla reached for the box of condoms and shook them.
Sinjin appeared in the doorway, clothes in his hand, and Loki at his feet. He was still semi-hard, and it was clear he was ready for more.
“You aren’t going yet, are you?” she asked, shaking the box again, bringing a slight smile to his lips. “There are still a few left.”
His gaze slid over her, and her body reacted as if his hands had caressed her. “Sounds like it,” he said in a thrillingly rough voice.
Loki left the doorway, jumped on the bed, then back down.
Isla sat up. “Go to your bed, Loki,” she said, and he shocked her by doing just that. She met Sinjin’s gaze. Since that actually worked, she thought she’d give it another try. “Come to my bed, Sinjin.”
Heat flashed in his eyes. He dropped his clothes on the floor as he walked until his knees bumped the mattress. “More world rocking?”
“Yes, please.”
With a slight smile curving his lips, he got on the bed and crawled up her body, dipping down to kiss and nip until she moaned. He entwined their fingers and lifted their joined hands to either side of her face, kissing her lightly. “You’re something else.”
“Right back at you,” she said. “I’m feeling some stress coming on. Got any ideas on how to relieve it?”
His soft chuckle disturbed the hair at her temple as he pressed his lips there. “I’ve got a few.”
***
The next morning, Sinjin woke up alone. He glanced at the pillow next to him—indented but empty—and blew out a breath. Last night, Isla had rocked his world several times, and then just after dawn, she’d crept from the room and left…her own house.
He was usually the one who split well before the sun came up.
“Woof.”
He turned to find a pair of dark brown eyes staring at him from eye level.
“Don’t judge,” he told Loki, who promptly sat his butt down on the floor and blinked at him. “They all knew upfront that I wasn’t staying.”
Loki barked again.
Sinjin huffed out a breath. “Think I lost one too many brain cells last night. I’m talking to a dog.”
That garnered a lick on the chin and nose, thanks to the dog’s big-ass tongue.
“I know, tables are turned,” he mumbled. “My bed, and I have to lay in it.”
“Woof.”
He glanced down at the blue sheets covered in daisy print. “Okay, not my bed.”
Rolling onto his back, he stared at the ceiling and couldn’t stop memories of last night from crowding his mind.
Sinjin had known from the start they’d be great together. Their chemistry and the way awareness always prickled his spine before she walked into the room was off the charts crazy. Isla was special. She woke his body and much more. And her reactions to him were addicting. He’d loved watching her beautiful, expressive face. She was an open book, held nothing back. There was no subterfuge, no deceit, just pure reaction and enjoyment.
For both of them.
Since his teens, Sinjin had learned to keep every emotion in check, which was compounded by his military training. He was good with that, embraced that…until Isla. With just her presence, a touch, a kiss, a soft sigh as her body trembled beneath him, he couldn’t get enough of her or the way she made him feel. Alive. Worthy. God, it was addicting. She wasaddicting. Her taste, her moans, her scent, the way she tugged his hair when his mouth explored her thighs…
Damn. He muttered a curse as he glanced down at the tented sheet. He was hard again. Or was that still? Christ, he feared it could become a constant state now that he’d been with Isla. Tasted Isla.
“Woof.” Loki set a paw on his arm and groaned, grabbing his attention.
