Chapter Seven
U sing his other hand, he pushed Isla’s hair over her shoulder and then his mouth blazed a path on her neck, his teeth scraping over the sweet spot behind her ear.
Inhaling, she clutched the arm bracing her against him, and she could feel his heat, his strength, and it added to her arousal, making her tremble.
“Cold?” he asked against her skin.
“Not hardly.”
Hot. Bothered. Needy. Yeah, she was all of those.
And more.
“Sinjin,” she finally whispered, only to break off with a moan when his fingers trailed up her belly to just under her breasts then back down again.
“Lift your arms,” he urged, and pushed her tank top slowly up her body, grazing some very happy parts along the journey to tugging it off.
The lacy bra beneath was light blue and barely contained her breasts, which were practically spilling out.
Sinjin took in the sight from over her shoulder and groaned.
“Nice,” he said in a voice so low in timbre it was nearly inaudible.
He skimmed a hand up her belly again, his thumb tracing the heavy underside of a breast for a moment before he unclasped the bra and tugged the straps down her arms in a slow, excruciatingly sexy way that made it difficult to draw in breath.
“Yes. That feels really nice,” she murmured.
With a rough growl, he nipped at her shoulder and palmed her breast, grinding a very noticeable erection into her bottom. Lost in pleasure, her eyes drifted shut and she let her head fall back to his chest.
“I’m glad my cousin thinks she’s funny,” she said, thinking of the box Lyndsey had left on the counter, then moaned when his thumb rasped over her hardened nipple.
“Me, too,” he said. “We’re going to use several of those condoms.”
He turned her to face him, and she immediately grasped the hem of his shirt and pushed it up and he helped her take it off. Shirtless and gorgeous, he had her mouth watering. Isla’s hands shook as she slid them up his chest, marveling at the feel of his smooth, hot skin, full of muscles and strength. Sexy and hard, and all hers tonight.
His gorgeous brown eyes were dark and heated and on her. Protective. Fierce. Unfaltering. He was beautiful. From those eyes to his talented lips, his black hair that fell past his broad shoulders, to every muscle and ridge under his mahogany skin…yeah, everything about the man was beautiful.
“I haven’t done this in a while,” she felt compelled to tell him. “Or a lot.” She toyed with the top button on his jeans, the backs of her fingers brushing against the smooth, taut skin of his abs, which were—as she’d always suspected—washboard ridged and hard.
“Isla.” His fingers speared into her hair, holding her head in his large palms as he searched her gaze, straight into her soul. “Explain.”
“It’s been almost ten years,” she replied with a shrug despite the mortification rushing through her. “And counting you, I’ve been with exactly two people.”
She dropped her gaze, suddenly sorry she’d said anything. Stupid move. It proved her novice status tenfold.
When he still hadn’t said a word, a sigh escaped her.
“I’d understand if you’d rather be with someone more experienced.”
She wouldn’t like it, but she’d understand.
“No, Isla.” His answer was hot along her skin as his lips grazed her earlobe. “The only person I want to be with is you.”
A thrill like no other she’d ever felt before tore through her, leaving her with more than an unsteady pulse. Her legs shook and continued that dance as he unhooked her shorts and slowly tugged the zipper down. A wave of heat slid south.
Her shorts followed suit, landing on the floor with a soft thud.
Sinjin took in her light blue panties that matched her bra. “Very nice,” he murmured, cupping her ass, which made her already hardened nipples tighten even further.
“Mmm…the things you do, Sinjin,” she whispered. “They make me want more.”
He carefully backed her into the nearest wall and slid a muscled thigh between hers. “What more do you want, Isla?” His palms flattened on either side of her head, his body barely touching hers.
“You,” she answered simply. “I want you, Sinjin.”
“You’ve got me,” he said hotly against her ear. “All of me.”
“Yes, please.”
He chuckled softly and kissed her with such gentleness that her heart swelled in her chest. “What would you like me to do?”
Me immediately came to mind, but she didn’t voice it. Instead, she ran a finger down the hard plains of his abs to slip beneath the band of his jeans. “Get naked.”
He dipped down and ran his tongue across her nipple. “Naked is good.”
“Yes!” she cried out when he sucked her into his mouth, “So good.”
Using one hand, he removed her panties then slid that hand slowly up her thigh. “Better than good.”
Isla cupped his face and pulled his mouth back to hers, kissing him over and over, loving the way his tongue slid inside, demanding a response from hers. When they broke for air, she shivered at the hunger blazing in his eyes.
His hands were moving south, touching, stroking a scorching path to where she longed to feel him the most.
Holding her gaze, he brushed her folds with his thumb.
She trembled, wishing he would continue, but was unsure how to voice her demands.
“Like that?” he asked, his gaze hot with the need flowing through her.
“Yes.” She closed her eyes, and when he slid a finger inside, she tipped her head back and cried out, no longer concerned about holding back, “That’s…I’m—”
“Gorgeous,” he murmured, his finger slowly moving in and out. “And very wet.” He dipped down again and sucked on her other nipple, pressing it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.
Isla moaned and ground her hips against him.
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 changed his 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.”
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.”