The Best of Us (Love in Isolation 2)

Over the past week, I’ve been so damn distracted, worried, and I’ve told myself that if I didn’t run into her tonight, I’d go to her house. I didn’t want to come off like a crazy person, but it’s hard when I know she’s the one. I never expected to fall in love, but it happened, and I can’t get over her that easily.

We head down the long driveway, and turn onto the street, and I see my parents' house fade into the distance. It takes about forty-five minutes to get to my part of town. When we stop at a red light, I glance over at her and grin. “You're so fucking beautiful," I say, leaning over and stealing a kiss.

“I’ve missed you,” she admits as I place my hand on her thigh. As soon as I turn and park in the private garage, we rush inside, growing more greedy and ravenous for one another.

She looks around as if she’s taking it all in, and all I can do is watch her. "I can't believe I'm here with you.”

"Why?" I ask, stepping forward.

“Because I’ve always imagined being at your place,” she mutters. “Look! A Christmas tree! Are you no longer a scrooge?”

“You might’ve rubbed off on me a little.” I chuckle. “Want a tour?”

Her eyes light up. “Absolutely.”

My apartment isn’t huge, but I do have an amazing bird's-eye view of the city from here. Living on this side of the city makes it easier to get to the hospital than if I were downtown. Emergencies happen too often, and time is usually of the essence, so I needed to be close.

I lead her around, showing her the bathroom, kitchen, balcony, and even my bedroom. When we go back to the living room, I light the fireplace. It’s gas, so there’s no need for wood like at the cabin.

“Are you ready for the main reason I bought this place?” I ask.

She nods with excitement, and I slide open the blinds.

“Though I’ve lived here all my life, I never tire of seeing the building scape,” she admits, moving closer.

I wrap my arm around her shoulder and trail my fingers across her skin. “Me either. I’ve been offered positions at other hospitals, but I don’t think I could ever leave. New York is too special.”

When she looks at me, she’s chewing on her bottom lip. I smirk then dip my head and kiss her, and she pours herself into me.

“God, I’ve missed you,” she pants as I slide my mouth across the softness of her neck.

“Same,” I whisper, then lead her to my bedroom. Once inside, I turn the lights down to a low glow. Kendall wraps her arms around my waist, then looks up into my eyes.

“I’ve dreamed about this,” she admits. “About being with you again.”

“Me too, Angel,” I mutter, then carefully unzip the dress that fits her like a second skin. When the fabric falls to the floor, she blushes.

“No panties?” I cross my arms over my chest and grin.

She shrugs. “Foxy Fireball, remember?”

I snort. “How could I forget?”

“I was hoping I’d get lucky tonight,” she says with confidence in her tone. “With you.”

“There was no way I was leaving that party without explaining myself. I didn’t want to start a new year with that on my shoulders.”

She comes to me and hooks her fingers in my pants, then quickly undoes my belt. “Instead, you’ll be starting it with me on your face.”

“Fuck, I love it when you talk dirty.”

Kendall chuckles, then unbuttons and unzips my pants, and moves them down. I’m hard as fuck and have been ever since I kissed her in my father’s library. She removes my shirt and slides my boxers down until they’re around my ankles. Her eyes go wide when she sees how turned on I am.

“Mmm,” she hums, then drops to her knees. With big brown eyes, she looks up at me while teasing my tip. Kendall makes a show of it, licking my shaft, then shoving my length to the back of her throat. Picking up her pace, she reaches behind me and grabs my ass, taking full control.

“Baby,” I say in a hushed tone, moving her hair from her face so I can see her. “If you keep this up…” I can’t even form a complete sentence when she grabs my shaft and sucks me. My eyes roll in the back of my head, and I don’t want to lose myself yet. As my muscles tense, Kendall pulls away and stands up. She seductively strips out of her bra and bends over, showing me her ass as she takes off her strappy high heels.

I lift an eyebrow at her, then move her to the bed. She lies back, her hair cascading around her and hooks her finger.

“I need you, Ryan. So damn much,” she admits.