Eager to learn his taste, she parried his thrusts, sliding onto tiptoe to get closer to him. He smelled as if he’d walked out of the Garden of Eden at midnight, earthy, mysterious, and compelling. Or maybe that’s where she imagined herself with him as he seduced her mouth.
There was something edgy about his taste, seductive and forbidden, like the depths of the ocean. His nautical cologne tingled in her nose, sweeping her into another place and time, where moonbeams danced on ocean waves that pulled her under with their hypnotic rhythm.
A toe curling rhythm of thrusting, sweeping, then withdrawing to tempt her again. He repeated the sensual motions until she grew dizzy, overwhelmed by so many sensations all at once.
Warmth poured through her, at last on the receiving end of those amazing lips that whispered sexy, naughty things to her in her fantasies. She hoped he wouldn’t come to his senses and stop.
He angled her face for deeper access, and tingles fanned out from every place his fingertips touched her. She felt so desired, so wanted. It had been so long.
Everything seemed new and different with him, as if she’d never been kissed, truly kissed, before Isaac. An eternity of desire unleashed.
Silky and intoxicating, his mouth demanded complete surrender. With a moan she gave in to him, completely. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she combed her fingers through his glossy black hair, his skin hot against her wrists.
Giving a low guttural groan, he backed her against the wall. Her leg brushed against the curtain shielding one of the nooks. That’s where she wanted to end up, embracing his muscular weight on top of her. Though he seemed to be enjoying this just fine in the upright position.
While he kissed her, his hands molded to her shape. He swept his palms down her sides. Then one hand slid up to cup her breast, tracing her nipple with his thumb. She offered a moan of encouragement. His other hand dropped to her backside and hauled her against his hips. His impressive erection strained between them.
The potency of his body’s response sent arrows of desire shooting through her.
“See what you do to me?” He ground against her, the pressure intense and building fast. “You do this to me. You, Mindy.”
Her body shook with unfulfilled lust. In her most seductive voice, she whispered, “I want to be with you, Isaac.”
To prove her point, she slid her hand between them and cupped his girth, stroking him. He gave an involuntary thrust against her hands as if his body were slave to her touch. Awed by the notion, she stroked him again firmly.
Turning serious, he cupped her face in his hands. “Are you sure that’s what you want? Because if we go there, there’s no going back.”
Without a trace of concern, she stared into his fathomless dark eyes. “Yes.”
Chapter 6
The woman Isaac needed completely, totally, exclusively, had just told him she wanted him. Wanted him to take her right here, right now.
Except, no matter how desperately he wanted to act on his pounding lust, this wasn’t the place. Damn it, he didn’t want a fast fuck in this sex room. He needed to take his time with her—needed more than the orgasm she was a few strokes away from giving him. She deserved so much better. Hell, yes, he wanted her to give herself to him, but not in the heat of the moment. He had to be sure she knew what she was getting into. That he wasn’t interested in a fling. She was it for him, and if they screwed each other’s brains out, that would make his body happy, but not his heart.
Damn, it was tempting—but it wasn’t right. It wasn’t good enough for her.
He held her chin firmly. “Tell me something.”
Her lashes fluttered. “Okay.”
“Do you want to do this here? Or would you wait for me to do this with you the right way?”
“Oh.” A dreamy expression drifted into her eyes. Then she frowned. “Ah…both?”
He shook his head. “Do you want me to fuck you or make love to you?” Because either one would tell him how she felt, where they stood. A moan lifted from her chest and he almost lost hold of his restraint. “Tell me which one you want more.”
She swayed in his arms. “Make love,” came her barely audible whisper.
Possessive satisfaction took root in his soul. “Good answer.”
As he delivered a long, slow, lingering kiss, the sound of voices carried up to them through the dusty window. “Mmm.” He dropped another kiss to her lips, then another, before he forced himself to pull back. “I could stand here and kiss you all damn day, but the babushka might send a search party after us.” He laced his fingers with hers. “Let’s get back to the group before we catch hell from the schoolmarm.”