28. Chapter 28 #3
“And right now, yours are telling me you worry too much, Mouse.” I brushed my thumbs over her cheeks.
“I want to get you home and safe and give you a chance to settle before you figure out what comes next. Everything’s about to change for you.
So, aye, I’m worried. In a few hours, we’ll make the last leg of this escape, and until we’re on that plane, I’m not taking anything for granted.
” I held her gaze. “But whatever happens, I’ll keep you safe. ”
She slid her arms around my waist and pressed a soft kiss over my heart.
“I know you will. I’ve never felt safer in my life.”
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head while I held her for a moment beneath the cool spray.
“Let me finish washing up so we can get a few hours of sleep before we have to leave.”
She giggled.
Not the reaction I expected.
“Um, I think there’s something else we need to finish before we sleep.”
She pulled away and stared pointedly at my cock before lifting her eyes to mine with a smile.
“Allow me to finish what I started.”
I chuckled. “I can live with that.”
She picked up where she’d left off at my hips. After working the soap into a lather, she handed me the bar and ran both hands down one leg and then the other before slowly working her way back up.
She carefully avoided my cock.
Instead, she reached around me and washed my ass first.
I was enjoying the hint of shyness until her fingers slipped between my cheeks, returning the favor I’d given her earlier and sending a jolt straight through me.
Well, well.
When there was nothing left to wash but my cock, I reached for the soap.
Apparently, that was unacceptable.
She snatched it out of my hand and wagged one finger at me as though I were a badly behaved child.
“Did I say I was finished?”
Before I could answer, she dropped to her knees.
Slowly—far more slowly than any sane man could tolerate—she washed every inch of me, from my balls to the head of my cock.
By the time she finished, I was breathing harder than I wanted her to know.
My cock was rock hard, my balls aching, and I was close enough to the edge that when her hand wrapped around my shaft and pulled me toward her mouth, every muscle in my body tightened.
Her tongue circled the head and lapped up the bead of pre-cum.
My eyes damn near rolled back in my head.
If she wrapped those lips around me and started sucking, I was going to detonate down her throat.
The thought alone shoved me closer.
But that wasn’t what I wanted tonight.
I wanted inside her.
I wanted to bury myself in that tight pussy and fuck her until both of us went over the edge together.
I’d already kept her from going over one cliff.
I had no intention of saving her from this one.
Just as her lips began to slide over the head of my cock, I reached down and scooped her into my arms.
She let out a disappointed little huff.
I grinned.
“Don’t pout, Mouse. You might not like what happens when you tempt me.”
A disgruntled little sound escaped her.
I filed that one away too.
So there was a feisty little streak in her. That, I would have to coax more out of her.
But right now, I had a dripping-wet woman in my arms and a bed waiting in the next room.
I reached behind me and shut off the shower, then grabbed the towel from the hook and dropped it over her.
“Your job is to get us dry before your back hits that bed.”
She laughed and immediately began swiping the towel over both of us.
The bedroom was only a few steps away. The bed was small, but after the places we’d slept the last two nights, it might as well have been the fucking Ritz.
In one smooth motion, I dropped onto the bed with her in my arms and rolled until she was straddling me.
Christ, the view was glorious from here.
Her hot pussy settled over my cock. She smiled, gave me a quick kiss, then scooted lower, dragging her slickness along my length.
She leaned over me, bracing her hands on either side of my hips, and began kissing every bruise and mark across my chest and stomach with an almost reverent tenderness.
When she reached my cock, she flattened her tongue and dragged it slowly from base to tip.
My stomach tightened.
She cupped my balls in one hand and took the head of my cock into her mouth, her tongue flicking over the sensitive skin while she rolled my balls gently in her palm.
I threaded my fingers through her wet hair.
“God, that feels good,” I rumbled, the words barely making it out of my chest.
She hummed around my cock, and I nearly lost it.
Then she pulled away with a soft pop and climbed back over me, knees settling on either side of my hips.
She wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked slowly over the slick skin.
My eyes slipped shut.
“No, sir.”
Her playful squeeze had them opening again.
“Eyes on me, Irishman.”
Sweet Jesus.
She had already lifted herself above me, one hand guiding my cock to her entrance.
“Mouse, that might be the sexiest demand I’ve ever heard.”
Then she slowly lowered herself onto me.
Inch by torturous inch, I watched my cock disappear inside her.
I stayed still and let her control it.
When she was a little more than halfway down, she rose again, gave me a coy little smile, then sank all the way onto me.
My head pressed back into the pillow.
She felt like fucking heaven.
Isabella leaned over me, her breasts brushing my chest as she kissed me and began rocking her hips.
My hands closed around her waist.
She caught my lower lip between her teeth and dragged them slowly across it before pushing herself upright again.
Her hips moved in an easy rhythm at first.
Then faster.
My hands slid down and locked around her hips. I took over the pace, driving up to meet every downward roll of her body.
The room filled with our moans, Isabella’s broken little cries, and the wet slap of skin meeting skin.
It was the best fucking music I’d ever heard.
And somewhere in the middle of it, something possessive and permanent settled into place inside me.
I wanted this woman.
Not only tonight.
I wanted her waking up beside me. Walking into Xyst with me. Giving me that annoyed little look when I pissed her off. Laughing in my kitchen. Leaving her things all over my house until somehow it became ours.
The thought of another man ever having this—having her—made something vicious curl low in my gut.
I didn’t want to share.
Didn’t want to let her go.
I wanted Isabella Eliana Duarte in my bed, in my life, and eventually wearing my fucking name.
Selfish?
Absolutely.
I’d worry about that tomorrow.
Tonight, she was mine.
Her body tightened around my cock.
“Lachlan—”
I felt the moment her release tore through her.
Her walls clamped hard around me, and that was all it took.
My fingers dug into her hips as I drove deep and came inside her, filling her with one hard pulse after another.
There was nothing between us.
No protection.
No lies.
No restraints.
Nothing holding either of us apart.
Just Isabella wrapped around me while I gave her everything I had.
Maybe it was reckless.
Maybe tomorrow would demand answers neither of us had tonight.
But if the Fates had really spun our lives toward each other through all that blood and pain, I was greedy enough to ask them for more than one night.
Much more.
When the last tremors finally eased, I cupped her face and pulled her mouth to mine.
She kissed me softly, her arms trembling where they braced beside my shoulders.
When I released her lips, she shifted her weight away from my chest.
I stopped her.
“Mouse, you’re not going to hurt me.” I guided her down. “It’s time you found your place over my heart.”
Tears welled in her eyes.
“How do you always read me so well?” she whispered.
I brushed my thumb along one of her cheeks.
“Because you’re the first woman I’ve ever wanted to know by heart.”
Her expression crumpled just enough to nearly take me apart with it.
Then she settled against me, cheek over my heart and one arm across my chest.
I wrapped both arms around her.
And for the next few hours, all was right with the world.