It was all she needed. Her eyes shot to his and her mouth opened in a soundless cry. Her body tensed to the point she almost appeared as though she were in pain. Just when he knew he couldn't last even another stroke, he was surrounded by a sudden surge of hot, silken release.
He roared her name and then buried his face in her neck as he thrust himself as deeply into her body as possible. His release surged painfully, shooting from his dick into her warm, inviting haven. Never had he come so much in his life. He could feel it leaking from inside her, smeared on the inside of her thighs and the outside of his.
And never had he felt so damn satisfied-so complete-in his entire life. He'd found home. She was his home. Not a place, not a house. But her. His angel. Wherever she was, as long as he was with her, he was home.
NINETEEN
JENNA awoke sprawled across Isaac's body and she sleepily glanced up to see if he was awake. To her surprise, he was staring intently down at her and he slid his hand up her back in an intimate caress.
"We need to get up so I can feed you," he said, his eyes still glittering with heat.
She yawned sluggishly and wrapped her arm around his waist to hold him closer.
"I'm not hungry. Can't we just stay in bed?" she asked in a pouty tone.
He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. "Baby, we haven't left this room in three days. You have to be starving."
She lifted her head and stared at him aghast. "Three days?"
His grin grew bigger, a cocky lilt to his lips. "I'm not surprised you lost track of time-after all, I did keep you pretty busy. I was pretty hard on you," he said, his grin fading as concern touched his eyes.
She blushed self-consciously but sent him a dazzling smile. "I wouldn't call what you did being too hard on me. Besides, I think I likely wore you out as much as you wore me out."
He laughed and tweaked her nose affectionately. "You definitely won't hear me complaining, sweetheart. But you do need to shower and then eat, and I need to check in with the others before someone decides to check to see if we're still alive."
Panic seized her and she scrambled from the bed, searching desperately for her clothing. She'd die of mortification if anyone walked in on them naked in bed. But Isaac caught her hand and pulled her back down to him and kissed her long and hard, causing her to forget all about anyone else.
"I was teasing you, baby. They know damn well if they even tried to come in here, I'd cut their balls off. No one sees what's mine. No one will ever see what belongs to me from now on."
His words made her glow, her chest squeezing with absolute contentment and so much love that she couldn't even process the bombardment of emotions he made her feel.
"You really mean that, don't you?"
He frowned at her, his eyes searching her entire expression. "Clearly I didn't do a good enough job convincing you. Maybe I need another three days in bed with you until you see the light and fully understand that you are mine, Jenna. You belong to me and I belong to you. I don't joke about something like that. There's never been another woman I've even come close to saying those words to. Only you. It will always be only you."
"I'm going, I'm going!" she said, laughing. Then her tone turned rueful. "I'm not sure I'll be able to walk to the shower."
He gave her a look that suggested she was crazy for even contemplating walking and then simply picked her up and carried her to the bathroom.
"Who said you'd be walking? After the scare you gave me I'm not going to want to let you out of my sight. Hell, I want you in touching distance at all times because I plan to do a lot of touching. I have no discipline when it comes to you," he muttered.
"You act as if that's a bad thing," she teased.
Her long, leisurely shower had her so hot and bothered that she wanted to haul him back to bed to satisfy the burning desire he'd built into an inferno. But he helped her from the shower and then dried her very thoroughly with a towel. He even brushed out the mass of tangled hair that was the result of their marathon of making love before he gave her a pat on the ass and told her to dress.
They finally left the room and headed for the kitchen, where Isaac deposited her on one of the stools at the island with instructions not to move while he made their breakfast. Jenna was self-conscious, knowing that the men were in the next room and knew full well what she and Isaac had spent the last three days doing.
She kept her head down, twisting her fingers together, and peeked in the direction of the living room several times from the corner of her eye.