Chapter Twenty-Two
chapter twenty-two
CAIO
I run my hand through my hair as I pace around my living room. I haven’t been able to sit still since I got home.
What the fuck was I thinking pushing that guy around? I couldn’t help myself. I’ve never felt quite so much rage flow through my veins, like a poison quickly spreading throughout my entire body. But watching him prey on Isla like she was a prize to take home…I clench my fists at the memory of it. I don’t have the right to feel so possessive over her, but I still do, nonetheless.
She drives me crazy; I can’t control my actions around her and it’s dangerous. I know that, but I can’t walk away. She’s an addiction, and I’m already having withdrawals.
I’ve never been able to stay away from her, not since I first locked eyes with her. But it’s not just attraction anymore, or maybe it never was.
She has an energy that pulls me in and holds me there, and I can’t do anything to stop it, not that I want to. Even when I knew she was trying to keep her distance from me, it only made me want to see her more.
God her vanilla scent was so intoxicating when I had her wrapped around me earlier. I silently curse Marina for interrupting us. I don’t know what would’ve happened, but I know I didn’t want it to stop. I finally got my hands on Isla, finally got to taste her, and god was she delicious.
It might’ve been the best kiss I’ve ever had.
She didn’t spare another glance my way after that though, she just carried on working like nothing happened, while I sat at the bar replaying the feel of her lips against mine until I couldn’t take it anymore, I couldn’t watch her act so indifferent, I had to leave.
I know she felt what I did. She wouldn’t have been climbing me like a pole otherwise, what I don’t know is if she regrets it.
I know she’s been hurt in the past, and I know that’s why she’s been doing her best to pretend this thing between us isn’t happening.
I can’t blame her, the knowledge that she is leaving at the end of the summer hovers at the edge of my mind, but it’s not enough to stop me from wanting her, I don’t think anything is.
I don’t want for much in my life, I know I have everything I could’ve wished for when I left my life behind at twenty-one. But I crave her, I want whatever this is between us to be more. I want to know everything there is to know about Isla Beckett. I want to ease her every worry, I want to be the person that she turns to first, that she can count on. Whatever this is between us, I need it. I need more.
I grab the weekly paper from my bench and settle down on the couch trying my best to distract my mind, but I can’t. I might have to go for a run at this point and let some energy out of my system.
The intercom buzzing interrupts my thoughts.
“Caio, can I see you?” Isla’s voice floats through my apartment. My heart jumps at the sound of it. I quickly walk over and push the button to let her up.
The anticipation is utterly antagonizing as I stand here watching the numbers above the lift ascending, waiting to see those doors open so I can see those pretty eyes once more.
A ding resounds through the silent room as the doors slide open.
Any doubts riddling my mind are quickly remedied as I take in the sight in front of me. Isla is standing there in the lift, still wearing her uniform from Marina’s, meaning she came straight here.
Her breathing is rapid, her hair is frazzled like she’s been running her hands through it, one finger twirling with the ends of it. But what really gives her away is those eyes.
Pure desire emanates from her, her eyes are wild with lust, filling me up with confidence. Looks like she wasn’t as unaffected as she made out.
“You been thinking about me sweetheart?”
She nods silently, taking a step into my apartment. The heat growing between us with each step she takes, until she’s standing right in front of me, the look in her eyes hungry. No hint of the uncertainty from earlier.
“You want this?” I ask.
She nods again.
“I need to hear it, sweetheart.”
“I want you, Caio.”
A growl rips from my throat at the words I’ve been aching to hear, and I don’t waste another second before lifting her into my arms and carrying her further into my apartment, completely intent on erasing the word friend from her mind. She’s been using it far too often lately, and it’s time I remedy that.
I sit her on the kitchen counter, she doesn’t flinch at the cold stone against the back of her thighs.
Her little skirt is riding up her thighs as she sits patiently. I slide my hands down her legs before I set them on either side of her leaning in.
“Are you sure about this? I don’t want to do something you’ll regret in the morning. I know you’ve been trying to avoid this.” She looks away, but I grab her chin in my fingers, forcing her gaze back to mine. “I don’t want to start something that isn’t real.” I echo her words from earlier back to her.
The corner of her mouth curves in a smile, she grabs my hand placing it over her heart, mirroring our earlier interaction. “Does this feel real to you?” Her heart is thrashing against her chest, it makes me smile knowing mine is doing the same.
“I’m not going to regret this.” I see the truth in her eyes as her smile grows with anticipation, and I can’t hold back any longer.
My fingers tease the edge of her skirt, fiddling with the fabric that sits tight across her thighs. “I need you to tell me what you want.”
Her eyes flutter closed as a breath escapes her lips. “Touch me,” she says as I continue to tease her, my fingers slipping under that fabric to graze over the skin at the top of her thighs, an inch away from where she wants them. She opens her eyes looking up at me. “Please.”
That’s all it takes for me to give in to her. I take my hand off the counter to gently stroke the side of her face before I take her lips in mine. My other hand brushes over her lace panties, they’re drenched. A satisfied hum escapes me. “Is this all for me, Isla?”
She nods, a whimper coming from her as I run my fingers up and down the lace, creating friction. I use my other hand to slide her skirt all the way up her hips, exposing the red panties underneath.
Fuck me.
“Are these for me too?” She nods once more. “Use your words sweetheart.”
“Yes,” she says, her head hanging back as I stroke back and forth, giving me the perfect view of her chest heaving in front of me.
I tug on the edge of her shirt. “This, off, now.”
She looks at me, pure desire controlling her as she lifts her shirt over her head, treating me to the view of a matching lace red bra holding her perfect tits in place.
My dick gets even harder than it already is imagining her putting this sexy little set on with the hope that I might see it.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Her cheeks flush at my words, and it’s fucking adorable.
I push her panties to the side, not waiting any longer to feel her. She’s soaking wet, my fingers move up her silky skin to tease her clit, and she bites down on her lip swallowing a moan.
I wrap my lips over hers as I circle my finger around her sensitive flesh. she kisses me with passion, moaning into my mouth, before I pull away.
“No one else is here, baby, so don’t you dare hold it in. I want to hear how much you’re enjoying this,” I say, looking right into those beautiful eyes before I slide two fingers inside of her, and she cries out following my instructions, her eyes never leaving mine. I curl my fingers brushing against her g-spot.
“ Oh, Caio ,” she breathes my name, wrapping one hand around my neck and tugging on my hair.
My dick is so hard it hurts, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Not with what’s happening in front of me. I’ll never get sick of seeing her like this.
I increase my pace, using my thumb to tease her clit as she grinds against my hand. “Look at you, riding my hand on my kitchen bench. Have you been thinking about this Isla?”
“Yes,” she breaths in between moans, nodding enthusiastically. This moment will be burned in my mind until the end of my existence I swear.
I capture her mouth in mine, her tongue brushing against mine with increased urgency as I feel her clenching around my fingers, I increase my pace, my fingers pumping in and out of her, giving her no reprieve as I continue to tease her clit at the same time.
She throws her head back moving her hips frantically against my hand and it’s the prettiest sight.
“ Caio .” My name is a whimper on her lips as she nears her climax.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” I say. “Show me what you look like losing control.”
My words tip her over the edge as she cries out. Pleasure rolling through her as she comes down from her high, my name on her lips the entire time, satisfying my new possessive streak.
Her body is trembling when she finally looks me in the eyes. “I’ve never come so hard in my life,” she says.
“Well, I hope you’re not too tired, cause I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”