mesmerizing murmur that was as irresistible as it was seductive.
“Do you always get this wet, Isabella? Tell me.”
His would-be casual tone didn’t fool her for a minute, not when that primitive light still shone so brightly in his dark eyes, but the force of his will compelled her to answer. They’d be standing here until the cows came home and went back out again if she didn’t tell him what he wanted to hear—what he already knew—and she just didn’t have the strength to outwait him.
“No.”
“Don’t lie,” he warned.
“I’m not lying,” she said, desperation making her voice shake.
This reassurance seemed to have no effect because he continued with the relentless questions. “What about Joe, Izzy?” He gently scratched his nails over her clitoris and her weak knees buckled. “Are you thinking of him now?”
“No!”
“No? You don’t want him back?”
“I only want you,” she gasped. “Only you, only you.”
“Only me?” He smiled with immense satisfaction and rewarded her with an exquisite stroke of his wet fingers over her core. Delicious spasms rippled through her belly. “That’s good.”
Good? Not from where she was standing, but now was not the time to worry about his mastery of her body. Sagging with relief—maybe now he would let her come—she raised her lips to his.
He took immediate advantage and kissed her, long and deep, and then, while she was distracted with the taste of him, slid the hand that was holding her down the cleft between the two globes of her butt.
Those fingers— oh, those amazing fingers —worked on her from behind now, sliding back and forth and finding hidden spots of pleasure she’d never dreamed existed.
She cried out, bowing her tense body, as frustrated as she was aroused.
“What’s wrong, Izzy?” Looking deceptively puzzled and innocent now, he licked her lips again. “Is there something you need?”
Yeah, she needed to smack the smug smile right off his face. She needed to punish him for ruining her like this, for making her ridiculous with the strength of her lust for him.
“I hate you, Eric. Hate you .”
“Izzy.” Those fingers dipped lower, driving her to the edge of insanity and one inch beyond, and she moaned, low and earthy. “That’s not very nice, is it? If you want something, all you need to do is ask.” He smothered his smile. “Nicely.”
More begging? She didn’t think so. Reaching down, she ran her hand over his length and cupped him with every intention of returning the balance of power to her side, feeling his size again, testing his hardness.
He clamped his hand over hers and forced her to stroke him roughly as he’d done before at the vet’s office.
“Izzy.” Her name was a groan, a prayer, a desperate plea. She would not have thought it possible, but he swelled even more, growing longer and thicker beneath her caress. “Ask me. Ask me .”
Trembling now, sweating, panting, and more than half out of her mind, Isabella decided that a little more begging wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, especially if he was also doing it.
She eased her free hand across the hot satin of his waist, inched his boxer briefs down his hips and off his legs, and, straightening, dug her nails into the hard muscles of that round butt as she pressed herself against him. When she couldn’t get any closer, she nuzzled and licked the pulse at the base of his neck, tasting sweat and heat and skin.
“I need you inside me right now,” she whispered. “I’ll do anything.”
A seductive smile inched across his face. “Yeah, you will.”
He was already planting his hands on her butt and lifting her. Springing up, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her jiggling breasts to his face. Without missing a beat, he greedily latched on to one of her nipples and sucked her deep into his mouth as he swung her around. By the time he’d ripped the duvet to the foot of the bed and laid her onto the cool sheets, they were
“Do you always get this wet, Isabella? Tell me.”
His would-be casual tone didn’t fool her for a minute, not when that primitive light still shone so brightly in his dark eyes, but the force of his will compelled her to answer. They’d be standing here until the cows came home and went back out again if she didn’t tell him what he wanted to hear—what he already knew—and she just didn’t have the strength to outwait him.
“No.”
“Don’t lie,” he warned.
“I’m not lying,” she said, desperation making her voice shake.
This reassurance seemed to have no effect because he continued with the relentless questions. “What about Joe, Izzy?” He gently scratched his nails over her clitoris and her weak knees buckled. “Are you thinking of him now?”
“No!”
“No? You don’t want him back?”
“I only want you,” she gasped. “Only you, only you.”
“Only me?” He smiled with immense satisfaction and rewarded her with an exquisite stroke of his wet fingers over her core. Delicious spasms rippled through her belly. “That’s good.”
Good? Not from where she was standing, but now was not the time to worry about his mastery of her body. Sagging with relief—maybe now he would let her come—she raised her lips to his.
He took immediate advantage and kissed her, long and deep, and then, while she was distracted with the taste of him, slid the hand that was holding her down the cleft between the two globes of her butt.
Those fingers— oh, those amazing fingers —worked on her from behind now, sliding back and forth and finding hidden spots of pleasure she’d never dreamed existed.
She cried out, bowing her tense body, as frustrated as she was aroused.
“What’s wrong, Izzy?” Looking deceptively puzzled and innocent now, he licked her lips again. “Is there something you need?”
Yeah, she needed to smack the smug smile right off his face. She needed to punish him for ruining her like this, for making her ridiculous with the strength of her lust for him.
“I hate you, Eric. Hate you .”
“Izzy.” Those fingers dipped lower, driving her to the edge of insanity and one inch beyond, and she moaned, low and earthy. “That’s not very nice, is it? If you want something, all you need to do is ask.” He smothered his smile. “Nicely.”
More begging? She didn’t think so. Reaching down, she ran her hand over his length and cupped him with every intention of returning the balance of power to her side, feeling his size again, testing his hardness.
He clamped his hand over hers and forced her to stroke him roughly as he’d done before at the vet’s office.
“Izzy.” Her name was a groan, a prayer, a desperate plea. She would not have thought it possible, but he swelled even more, growing longer and thicker beneath her caress. “Ask me. Ask me .”
Trembling now, sweating, panting, and more than half out of her mind, Isabella decided that a little more begging wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, especially if he was also doing it.
She eased her free hand across the hot satin of his waist, inched his boxer briefs down his hips and off his legs, and, straightening, dug her nails into the hard muscles of that round butt as she pressed herself against him. When she couldn’t get any closer, she nuzzled and licked the pulse at the base of his neck, tasting sweat and heat and skin.
“I need you inside me right now,” she whispered. “I’ll do anything.”
A seductive smile inched across his face. “Yeah, you will.”
He was already planting his hands on her butt and lifting her. Springing up, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her jiggling breasts to his face. Without missing a beat, he greedily latched on to one of her nipples and sucked her deep into his mouth as he swung her around. By the time he’d ripped the duvet to the foot of the bed and laid her onto the cool sheets, they were
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