Who's the Boss? - Erin McCarthy Page 0,66

skill I had honed to perfection over two decades. We could circle back to talking about what loving each other meant and where we went from here. Right now I sensed she needed me to lighten the mood.

“I see where you’re going with this,” I said. “You’re telling me you love me just to get in my pants.”

That made her laugh. “Exactly. Because it’s really, really hard work to get you to drop your pants for me.”

I shoved said pants down. “You’ve earned this.”

“Oh, my God, you arrogant jerk,” she said, with an insane amount of affection in her voice for someone who was insulting me.

But that was my Isla. My Isla. I loved the sound of that.

Reaching behind her back, I undid her bra as I bent down and kissed those lips I could never get enough of. I slipped a hand under the loosened bra and cupped her full flesh. She had such a great body, those hourglass curves designed to drive a man crazy. When I finally dropped my mouth onto her nipple, she moaned softly.

There was no sound better than hearing her pleasure. I teased her, flicking my tongue lightly, giving a quick suck, only to pull away and move to her other nipple.

“Sean…” she finally murmured, when I went back and forth a half a dozen times, never fully tasting her. “I need you.”

Nothing could be sweeter than hearing those words from Isla’s lips.

“I need you, too,” I told her, as I pulled her jeans down her thighs. “I need to taste you.”

Once I got her jeans and her panties stripped off, I kissed her inner thigh gently, enjoying the rise of goosebumps on her flesh. I steadily made my way up her leg, until I was buried between her thighs, breathing in her scent. Isla arched her back, impatient. But I wanted to draw the moment out, to burn these moments in my memory.

The moment when we knew that we loved each other.

That we had a future.

I moved my tongue over her slit, reveling in the way she jerked and grabbed at my head. Her fingers were tight in my hair, and she moved her hips, forcing me deeper inside her. Damn, she was everything, and I took my time, working her over thoroughly.

She was close to an orgasm, so I shifted away, blowing gently on her clit. She let out a hiss of exasperation and released her hold on my hair.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” she said.

“I didn’t know you were in charge.” I got off the bed.

“Where are you going?” she asked, sounding panicked, like I might leave her on the verge of satisfaction and exit her apartment altogether.

“Nowhere.” I moved to the foot of the bed and gripped her calves. I tugged her down the length of the mattress, until her legs were dangling over the edge. Then I went down on my knees in front of her. “Here. This is where I’m going. And where you’re going to come.”

Kissing Isla’s inner thigh, I eased her ankles onto my shoulders. I wanted to see and taste her in the most intimate way possible. I wanted to have her fully open for me, physically and emotionally. I reached out and pressed the pad of my thumb into her damp pussy. It surprised me when Isla shifted, trying to draw her legs back together.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, running my lips across her thigh, teasing inside her with my thumb.

“I don’t know.”

I knew what was wrong. What was happening between us was overwhelming. I didn’t want her to hold back, pull back. I wasn’t going to let Isla build her walls back up between us.

“Let me look at you.” I massaged her inner thighs and buried myself in her scent, her sweet wet sex. I flicked my tongue over her clit. “You’re so wet. So turned on.”

“Sean.”

The sound of my name falling off her lips, desperate and rough, made my cock even harder, made me want to drive her over the edge. I pushed a finger inside her slickness, loving the little moan she gave, and covered her clit with my tongue, stroking both together in a heated rhythm.

Isla’s hip jerked and she tried to push me away. That only made me hold her thighs with an iron grip, wanting to feel her let go, wanting her to allow herself to be fully her, with me, in the moment.

I was relentless as she tried to shift away. “I can’t,” she said. “It’s too