10
Oh sweet baby Jesus in a manger.
Isaac’s eyes are predatory as he drops me onto his bed, having kicked the door closed with his foot before stalking through the house to his room. I want whatever this is—whatever he wants to give me.
And it want it now.
As I move my hand behind my back to take my bra off, he shakes his head again. “Just your shorts,” he growls. Surprise and another wave of anticipation roll through me, and he smirks. “You wore the set for me, didn’t you? Be rude not to let me enjoy it.”
My heart hammers in my chest becauseI didwear this set for him. I’d bought it before Vienna and I had come to Love Beach, and I hadn’t worn it before tonight because I was kidding myself if I thought it was for anyone but him.
Myself included.
I never bought lingerie for a man. I always bought it for me, because when our time together was over, I didn’t want to sully the garment with the memory of something that didn’t last.
But Isaac was always the exception.
And honestly, these panties might be ruined after tonight anyway considering how thoroughly I’d soaked them.
“Ah, dark blue,” he praises, his lips curling up into a devilish smile, finally noticing the set isn’t black like it looked outside. “My favorite.”
“I know,” I admit as I shimmy the denim over my hips and down my legs. “I bought it for you.”
Surprise flares in his eyes, the blush creeping from my chest all the way up to my face before he’s gripping my ankles and dragging me to the edge of the bed.
Dropping to the floor in front of me, he pushes my thighs wider. “After I feast on this drenched pussy, I’m going to feed you my cock. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I moan as he pulls my panties to the side, the roughness of his fingers and the friction of the lace against my clit making me practically see stars.
“I tried to be so good, Reece. I tried, but now I’m going to ruin you for anyone else. I’m going to fuck your sweet mouth and then make you come apart again before sinking my cock inside you. Do you want that?”
“Please,” I beg because who wouldn’t? The man is possessed and completely unhinged with desire—for me. Dropping his head, he licks, sucks, teases, and builds me to a height I won’t survive the fall from. I don’t tell him that I’d been ruined for every other man the first time he kissed me when we were sixteen.
I shatter, and he licks me harder, his tongue spearing inside me, forcing my back to bow off the bed as I come again, screaming his name. No one has ever done this to me, and I know deep in my soul that no one else ever will.
“So fucking beautiful,” Isaac says, pulling my panties over my sensitive flesh and climbing over me to drop an indecent kiss on my lips.
His hand coasts over the side of my breast, and I shiver as I reach to cup his erection. He grunts and thrusts into my touch.
With a seductive smile and gentle push against his chest that lands him with his back on the mattress, I kneel between his legs with my fingers working the button on his shorts. “My turn.”