He was all for it, flattening one palm on the back of her waist and giving her a solid yank until she was flush with his hard frame. Her breasts brushed his chest, her nipples peaking against the fabric of her bra. He grunted in the back of his throat, the sound almost helpless.
She was equally, and voluntarily, helpless. She wanted nothing more than to give in to the fire igniting between them, within them.
She hadn’t had a lot of one-night stands in her past...okay, any. Her idea of fun had never included brief relationships. But there was something about this relationship that appealed. The guarantee of not being hurt, since she and Isaac were on the same page. He wouldn’t deceive her. Their entire relationship had been constructed around deceiving everyone else. They were an innocent version of Bonnie and Clyde, in the thick of it together, until the end.
“Isaac,” she whispered when he gave her space to take a breath.
“Yeah.”
“Don’t overthink this, but we should have sex.”
The hand in her hair flinched, his fingertips imprinting her scalp. He shifted so that the stiff length of his erection was pressing into her belly. “Thinking isn’t the problem. My brain’s not functioning at the moment.”
“I like that.” Locking her arms around his neck, she continued kissing him. Her body took over, knowing exactly what she needed. This unique and beautifully erotic situation where she was liked by someone who was incredibly likable himself. Where she was being kissed by someone who really, really knew what he was doing.
His hands skated up her sides and he cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples through her dress. Those turgid peaks jutted from behind the thin silk of her bra, greedily begging for more.
“Take it off,” she whispered against his mouth.
He obeyed, unzipping the back of her dress and parting the material, his fingers drawing a line down her spine.
“What happened after I kissed you on the beach?” he asked as he slipped the top of her dress from her arms. The straps of her bra followed, and his lips landed on her naked shoulder. “Did I strip you down and take you on the sand?”
“It’s your private island. You can do whatever you want.”
He lifted his head, his sultry gaze drilling into her. “Can I?”
“Yes.”
A primal satisfaction zipped through her, sharp and electric, when he released her dress to the floor. She gave herself over to the moment, to him. She stepped from the circle of fabric as he dipped his head and took her nipple on his tongue. Clasping the back of his head, she gasped as he cupped her sex. He applied pressure where she needed it most.
“So fucking gorgeous.” His breath warmed her puckering flesh before moving to the other breast to delight her some more.
She clawed at the back of his hair, twining the longer strands in her fingers. His hands left her body long enough to slip her panties down her legs and toss them aside. He paused to place the briefest of kisses against her quivering thighs. Then he made himself at home on his knees to unbuckle the straps of her sandals.
“I can do that if you want me to.”
“I’ve got you, Squire.” He offered a wink.
Isaac Dunn was on his knees before her, his blue eyes reminding her of the Pacific waters where they’d met in her imagination. She was lost in between reality and the fantasy. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought she’d have this opportunity. He stood and scooped her into his arms, and took her to his bedroom.
“Not a beach,” he said as he laid her on the bed, “but the bedspread is a shade of sandy beige.”
Dusk had given away to nighttime. Moonlight painted the walls ethereal blue. He stood over her, his gaze sliding up and down her naked body. “You’re killing me, Squire.”
“Climb in here, and let’s see if I can heal what ails you.”
His grin seemed unstoppable, even as he shucked his shirt, kicked off his pants and shoes. Before she could fully admire the swells of his biceps, the bumps of his abs or the impressive length of his cock, he was over top of her, acres of hard, hot flesh warming hers.
“Sure about this?”
She ruffled his hair and nodded. “So sure.”
Satisfied by her answer, he kissed her. Then he parted her legs and slipped his fingers against her folds. His thumb found her clitoris and her hips lifted and dropped to match his rhythm.
He left her mouth to allow room for her breathy pants, teasing her breasts with swipes of his talented tongue once again. She clawed at his shoulders, pulled his hips closer with the backs of her heels. Thankfully, she didn’t have to beg him. He took each of her nonverbal cues as encouragement, lined himself up with her sex and slid deep with one long, breath-stealing thrust.
Their shared moan and her reverent “Oh God” were the only sounds in the room for a beat. When she opened her eyes to find him smiling down at her, she had to smile back. Tanned skin, blue eyes, a strong nose. The perfect amount of scruff hiding a faded yet scrumptious scar. His face was stupefying, but the rest of his body was demolishing her brain cells by the thousand. He moved inside her, filling her, gently stretching her. His thrusts were slow and precise, winding her tighter and tighter.