“Oh, God.” His guttural groan vibrated against her throat.
Turning her face to look up at him again, she felt her breath catch in her chest at the raw beauty of him. A hint of strain tensed his features. His lips were parted around gusts of breath. Those huge glorious shoulders rocked above her. Every rippling muscle in his tanned arms strove toward the ultimate pleasure.
Nothing could be more perfect than this, her heart whispered. Her body agreed.
With her legs wrapped around his waist, his erection glided inside just right. Each thrust sent him deeper and took her closer to ecstasy.
“Yes, Isaac. Right there.”
“Mmm. So good, baby.” He deepened his thrusts, sinking lower between her thighs. His muscular legs drove his rhythm faster. Harder.
Sliding her hands over his body, she felt every muscle straining around her, above her, inside her. When he lifted his weight onto his forearms, she saw the glorious view of his abs contracting. And the place where they joined. He pumped into her fast and hard.
“Oh, fuck.” His seething breath excited her.
The trembling in her core increased and spread out like streaks of lightning to her limbs.
So close. “Please. Yes. Yes.”
She grabbed his shoulders as her inner walls clenched around him. A hurricane of sensation swirled through her. She curled into him. The tightness throbbed and burst into a million sparkling lights.
“Yes. God. Mindy.” He thrust hard and tensed above her.
Then he threw his head back and roared his release. She felt a hot splash as he spasmed and rocked hard against her once. Twice. The third time his whole body clenched before he groaned, his muscles released, and he collapsed.
“Damn, baby.” He rested his forehead on her collarbone. His heavy breaths against her cleavage matched the heavy pulsing inside her. “You…are…incredible.”
Withdrawing slowly, he groaned again then rolled onto his side. While his right arm cushioned her head he threw his leg over both of hers and clutched her breast as though holding on for dear life. Or reaffirming his territorial claim. Either one was fine by her.
She arched in a luxurious stretch and kissed his sweaty forehead. “That was amazing.”
He brushed his lips against her shoulder. “You know we’re going to have to do that again.”
“Oh?”
He nodded. “You made me lose my focus. It should’ve gone much longer.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should,” he said with an intensity that made her smile. “I came way too fast.” He playfully bit her shoulder. “All your fault.”
“Is that so bad?” she asked, strumming her fingers along his arm that he’d draped over her waist.
“Um, yeah. The way I’d pictured it, I would’ve taken you in every position.”
“How many is that?”
“More than we did.” He levered up onto his forearm, repositioned her head to rest in his palm. He stared down at her with the sexiest expression. “I wanted you on top. Then I’d take you from behind. And on the edge of the bed—”
She pressed a finger to his lips. “But wasn’t it perfect?”
As his features softened, he kissed her finger and curved his hand around hers, resting their joined hands between her breasts. “Yes.” He sighed. “It was perfect.”
She smiled up at him. “I thought so, too.”
The depth of emotion swirling in his pitch black eyes rekindled her desire. “And who said we were finished?”
She blinked. “Again? Already?”
Just as his erection flexed against her and he nodded, his cell phone vibrated in the pocket of his pants draped over the chair. “Shit,” he muttered.
As he pushed upright, she stroked his face. “You don’t have to answer it.”
He stared at her grimly. “Seeing as it’s vibrated four times since I stripped you naked, yeah, I kind of do.”
Really? She hadn’t heard a thing. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. I just ignored it.”
A sinking sensation weighed on her chest as he went to grab his phone. “Isaac Atlas,” he answered. Immediately, he recoiled and held the phone away from his ear. Then he cleared his throat. “Hello to you, too, Cade.” The tone of her lover’s voice didn’t bode well. Neither did the way his shoulders hunched. “Look, we—”
She could hear Cade’s angry voice all the way from the bed. She sat up and gulped.
“No, we had a change of plans—” Again, Isaac was cut off. He crossed an arm over his chest, supporting his elbow, and started pacing.
Not good, she thought, and swallowed again.