know that. There’s a reason they called us the Classholes, but it’s no excuse. When I heard what had happened and saw the video, I hadn’t hurt that much since my mom died. Back then, there was no one to lash out at, and I had to be there to protect my sister. But when you hurt me, all I wanted to do was to cause you the same amount of pain I was feeling inside. I regretted it as soon as I did it. I know my apology won’t make up for what it did to your life.”
She shakes her head slowly. “No, it won’t.”
We stare into each other’s eyes for a few moments, each in our own heads.
“But you’re also the person who brought me back to life. And I don’t regret what happened between us because the end result is that I’m more myself now than I was when I arrived back here.”
I straddle the bench to face her and cup her face in my hands. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I can’t change the past, but I can tell you that I’ll never willingly hurt you again.”
Despite the circumstances, I mean it. Everything I’m trying to do is to protect her now.
“I can try. I don’t want to live in the past anymore. I want to live for the future. You just have to promise me that there won’t be any more secrets or lies.”
Dropping my forehead to hers, I inhale her addictive scent. “I’ll only protect you from now on, not hurt you.”
It’s the best I can give her, but it’s the truth. The fierce protectiveness I have for this woman should scare me, but it feels inevitable somehow and I’m tired of fighting it.
She pulls away and my stomach drops. I’m worried that she’s changed her mind. Instead, she looks into my eyes. “I believe you,” she whispers.
I shift one hand to the back of her head and bring her lips to meet mine, sliding my tongue into her mouth. Her taste turns my dick hard in my pants and it pushes against the fabric. Our kiss begins slow and languid but quickly becomes more frenetic and needy. The noises Isla makes in the back of her throat when my hand slides down and cups her breast through the thin fabric of her tank top are almost my undoing.
I brush her nipple with my thumb and she pushes her chest out, offering herself to me, so I squeeze a little harder. When I pinch her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, she sucks in a breath and lets her head fall back, ending our kiss.
“Garrin, I need you. I need you to make me feel something other than the sadness I’ve felt for the past few days.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. Without a word, I hook her under her armpits and hoist her so she’s sitting on top of the piano. At first her eyes are wide and questioning, but when I push her chest so she’ll lie down, her lids fall half-closed.
I waste no time pulling her ass to the edge of the piano and shimmying her pajama pants down her legs, tossing them carelessly behind me. Lifting her legs up, I set her feet on each of my shoulders.
Isla props herself up on her elbows and looks down her torso at me. “I’ve never…”
She’s never let a man go down on her.
Joy swells inside my chest. I’m going to be one of her firsts.
“Allow me to show you what you’ve been missing.”
Being gentle is probably a good idea, but I can’t wait any longer. Her bare pussy is open and waiting for me, already wet and I haven’t even touched her yet. Next time I’ll place sweet kisses up her thighs before diving in, but tonight I need to taste her and make her come on my tongue.
I hold her legs out to the side and lean in, swiping my tongue up her center. She practically lurches up of the piano.
“Hold your legs open.” I push her thighs toward her and she complies. “And don’t let them drop or I’ll stop. Understood?”
She nods enthusiastically and I commit the look of wild abandon on her face to my memory.
I delve in again, swiping bottom to top a few times, enjoying the sound of pleasure leaking from her. When I can tell she’s on the verge of letting her legs drop and trying to finish the job herself, I concentrate my efforts