Chapter Eleven
B reaking the kiss, he released her and smiled. “Don’t move.”
Leaving her by the door, he quickly tossed two couch cushions on the floor alongside the coffee table. It was sturdy, made of oak, with four legs, and would serve their needs.
He returned to sweep her into his arms, and she looped hers around his head and kissed his neck as he carried her across the floor. After he untangled himself from her wicked mouth, he positioned her on her back on the cushions, then lifted her restrained wrists above her head and used the remaining material of her long dress to tie each end around a leg of the coffee table.
“Um…do I need a safe word?” she asked in a breathless voice, while excitement continued to deepen the blue of her eyes.
There was no need for safe words.
He shook his head. “No. The knots are loose. You can easily tug free if you want.”
“I won’t.” She smiled up at him, and his entire body heated at once.
He sat back and gazed at her beautiful, prone body, naked except for that strip of silk.
Silk covering silk…
His mouth watered and his erection throbbed. He set his hands on either side of her head but kept his elbows locked.
Needing to touch her, he started at her neck, kissing his way down to her collarbone then lifted up and blew on a nipple, watching it pucker while she moaned.
Smiling, he moved to the other and blew on it before sitting back and lightly brushing both with the palms of his hands.
She moaned louder and arched up.
Chuckling, he dipped down to suck one into his mouth while he tweaked the other between his thumb and forefinger. He lingered on them for a minute before moving south, kissing and licking his way down to her silk thong.
“Gorgeous,” he said, kissing her soft skin, his fingers tracing the material where it disappeared between her legs.
“Sinjin,” she murmured, her body shaking.
“I know. I’m going to take you to your happy place.”
Tracing the edges of the wet material with his finger, he hooked his fingers underneath and brushed her center.
“Sinjin…” Her voice was but a whisper.
He brushed her again before he slowly pulled the silk down her trembling legs and tossed it aside. Knowing she was close to losing control, he lightly grasped her ankles and spread her legs.
Air funneled into his lungs as he sucked in a breath at the sight before him. Lucious, needy, unhindered curves. Damn, she was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
“Sinjin…” She squirmed.
“It’s okay,” he murmured, running his hands up her legs, then holding her open with his hands. “Just feel.”
When he placed his mouth on her, she cried out and jerked up. He settled her down with a hand on her hip, and by the third pass of his tongue, she adopted a good rhythm. Sweet. She tasted so sweet and hot. Sinjin couldn’t get enough. But he needed to stop in order to make it better for her, so he drew back.
“No…” She tugged on her restraints but not hard enough to break free. “Don’t stop.”
“I haven’t.” He blew on her swollen flesh, and she moaned.
He did it again and again.
“Sinjin…I…” she muttered between pants, her fists gripping the material tight.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” he said, brushing a finger over her center
She arched up and moaned.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Let yourself go.”
He put his mouth back on her and watched her journey.
Her eyes were closed, and her bottom lip was between her teeth as she clenched her restraints and bucked her hips.
The woman was so damn sexy, he could barely breathe.
Needing to send her over the edge to her happy place , he slid a finger inside her, and when she cried out, he adopted the rhythm he knew she liked best.
She shouted his name and lost control, bucking wildly, and he drew out her climax for as long as possible, watching rapture illuminate her face the entire time.
Exquisite.
So was her taste. Sizzling and sweet, a taste he was not likely to ever forget.
As he slowed his movements, he removed his finger and lapped at her one last time before drawing back. He waited for her to open her eyes.
Still dragging in air, she met his gaze and smiled. “Wow…you…I…that was…incredible.”
He traced her cheek with a finger, brushing a strand of hair off her face to hook it behind her ear. “You absolutely were. But we’re not done.”
Winking, he pulled a condom he’d started carrying because of her from his pocket.
“Good to know.” She smiled, settling back against the cushions.
He reached over to untie her, but she shook her head.
“No, not until we put that condom to good use.”
Heat shot down his spine and funneled straight into his groin. “Yes, ma’am.”
She laughed, her gaze relaxed and playful, with no sadness or stress in sight. It took less than a minute to shuck the rest of his clothes, roll on the condom and join her on the cushions.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his body shaking with the need to be inside the sweet curves he was kissing as he made his way up her body.
By the time he captured her mouth, she was sighing and squirming beneath him again. Isla pressed her tongue to his and swept the inside of his mouth. He groaned and pressed his erection against her.
He wasn’t going to last. Filling his hands with her curves again, he left her mouth to kiss a path down her neck, inhaling her delicious scent before he drew back, grabbed her hips, and positioned his tip to her center.
“Yes…” She stared up at him, anticipation and need heating her gaze.
Needing no direction, he thrust deep inside, and she moaned the sexiest damn moan he’d ever heard, so he did it again, and again.
Ahh…yeah . This is what he’d missed all week.
She felt incredible, her warm, silky heat gripping him tightly. Then she moved, wrapping her legs around him. Damn, he was ready to explode. Liquid fire licked at his spine.
“More…”
Leaning forward, he kissed her hard, wild, and deep as he pumped in and out of her warm, wet center. She was arched up, nipples scraping his chest, thighs tightened around his hips. He broke the kiss, gripped her ass, and adjusted the angle.
“Ohh…”
Her fists were gripping the legs of the coffee table, eyes closed, head back, breasts bouncing gloriously as he upped the pace. She was sexy as hell. He was a goner.
Isla cried out, her soft heat tightening around his throbbing erection, pulling Sinjin out of himself and bringing him to his knees by the time they were both panting and spent.
He pulled out but continued to hold her as he reached up with one hand and untied her restraints. Then he flipped them, so he was on his back, and she snuggled against his chest. Warm air gushed over his heated skin and cooled when she inhaled.
The beauty even breathed sexily.
She shifted in his arms and stared up at him, lifting a hand to slowly trace his jaw. “That was something I never thought I’d like, and I was right. I loved it.”
He laughed and gathered her close. “I’m glad. I did, too.”
Her chuckle vibrated through him as her lips brushed his neck. “Good. Any chance I can tie you up next?”
“Me?” He drew back and grinned when she nodded. “Hell, yeah, Isla. You can do whatever you want with me.”
“You shouldn’t give someone that much power,” she said, lifting up to meet his gaze.
“I never have. Just you,” he said, brushing his thumb over her jaw. “I trust you.”
Blue eyes blinked up at him, a sheen of tears glistening in their depths. “You do?”
“Yes,” he replied, but because that was unchartered territory and he had no idea why he’d admitted it, he decided it was time to switch gears.
Sinjin shifted until she was on her back, then he trailed a finger from her throat, over a breast to circle just outside the hardened tip, which he slowly leaned down to kiss. After a moment or two, he drew back and blew on her wet skin, knowing how much she enjoyed it.
Isla inhaled and clutched his bicep. “I’ll give you an hour to stop.”
Trailing a finger over her other breast, he watched her chin lift and breath hitch in her throat. “Make it two, and we have a deal,” he said, circling her tightening nipple.
“Okay, two, but then we’ll have to let Loki out,” she countered, strumming his abs with her thumb.
He stilled, having forgotten about her dog, although, given the Shepard’s age, Sinjin calculated Loki could hold it for eight hours. “I can go get him now.”
“No, don’t you dare,” she said, sliding a hand up his arm. “I had him out after work. He should be good for a few more hours.”
He grinned and dipped down to tease a nipple with his tongue. “Now, about those two hours you said you’d give me…”
***
W aking up with his palm on Isla’s sweet ass after another night of incredible sex was a slice of heaven. Memories of the night washed over Sinjin, bringing a smile to his lips and a twitch through his groin. He was surprised he could still move, not that he wanted to, with Isla’s warm, naked, curves covering him while she softly snored. She had a leg thrown across him as if she was afraid he’d leave.
Not a chance.
Besides, this was his place.
The fact this was the first time since…well, ever…that he’d had a woman at his place was cause for alarm.
None came.
He gave that thought a few more seconds to roll around his brain just in case the red flags were too tired to make an appearance too. But again, none came.
Unlike Isla.
His smile widened. Yeah, she’d come a good many times last night, and he felt amazing knowing that he was the one who not only brought her pleasure, but he’d also helped her through a difficult time.
After they used the condom from his pocket, he’d made a quick trip to her cottage to let the dog out and grab more protection from the new box on her nightstand while she’d straightened his living room. By the time he’d returned with Loki and got him settled on the rug in front of his couch, Sinjin was ready to help Isla in any way she desired. Since he’d found her waiting for him in his shower, he initiated a wet, slick, incredible round two.
Round three had almost done him in.
Still, he’d apparently taken her to her happy place enough because after that, she’d fallen into a steady sleep ever since. Christ, so had he. But he wasn’t complaining. Hell, no. Sinjin hadn’t slept so relaxed and satiated. Ever.
A moment later, Isla stirred, her soft, warm, luscious curves brushing his skin in a slow, incredibly enticing stretch. The delicious friction stirred his favorite body part to life.
Guess she hadn’t killed it after all.
The sleepy beauty lifted her head and sent him a warm, lazy, satisfied smile.
“Morning,” she murmured. “I haven’t slept that well in years. Thank you.” She kissed his chest and then locked gazes. “How about you?”
He smiled and lightly squeezed the curvy cheek of her ass still under his hand. “The same as you.”
Her smile returned and she stroked his ribs. “Good. I think you wore us both out.”
Awareness shot to his already aroused groin. “Who said I’m worn out?”
She glanced down at his thickening erection then back up at him, mischief lighting her gaze...and rocking his heart. “Breakfast in bed. You think of everything.”
Before he could react, she grasped his length in one hand then took him in her mouth.
Holy shit…
This wasn’t how he’d intended to start the morning. Their roles were supposed to be reversed. But, damn, that felt good .
Vowing to take care of her next, Sinjin closed his eyes and set his hands lightly on her head, thrusting up and groaning as she took more of him into her hot, wet mouth. Just as she adopted an amazing rhythm, a knock sounded at his front door.
Loki began barking.
He was going to kill whoever was on his porch.
Isla stilled then released him and drew back. A sense of foreboding gripped his spine.
Sinjin immediately shot to his feet, all thoughts of pleasure dissipating as he stood. His gut told him this wasn’t a good situation.
“You expecting someone?” Isla frowned as she followed him from the room and shushed Loki.
“No.” He swiped his jeans from the floor and shoved them on.
His buddies always called or sent a text before coming over, and his phone had remained silent since last night. Still, it had to be one of them, he reasoned. The colonel never visited in person.
Sinjin relaxed a little. Yeah, had to be one of his buddies. He glanced over at Isla and disappointment mixed with aggravation as he watched the yellow material he’d used as an erotic restraint last night fall back into place, covering her lush body.
Yeah, the person outside was a dead man.
He tugged his shirt on and glanced at Isla. “You both stay there,” he ordered, just in case. The woman messed with his equilibrium. He wasn’t thinking straight.
Another knock echoed through the cottage. Loki barked, and Isla shushed the dog. Muttering a curse, Sinjin yanked open the door.
“Dad?”
An older image of himself stared back at him. “Hello, son.”
Unwanted, familiar emotions, strong and fierce, seized his chest. But just as quickly as they surfaced, he pushed them back behind the brick wall in his mind and cemented the sucker.
He heard Isla’s intake of breath a second before he felt her presence behind him.
“Your dad’s here?” she asked. “Invite him in.”
“No.” He stiffened and narrowed his gaze on the man. “What do you want?”
“I wanted to talk.”
He shook his head. “Don’t have anything to say to you.”
“Sinjin!” Isla moved to his side and pushed at his shoulder until he looked at her. “That’s your father. Why are you being rude?”
Shock had rounded her eyes, and his stomach clenched at the mixture of confusion and disappointment clouding her gaze. A gaze that usually regarded with warmth, adoration, heat, respect, and acceptance.
She didn’t understand, but that was his fault because he’d never opened up and told her about his childhood. No one outside a few of his military brothers knew about it.
His father sighed. “He’s never forgiven me for not killing the man who murdered his mother.”