Then . . .
Her mouth watered.
Then, she would move between his thighs and lick every inch of his cock. She wanted to do everything to him that she had ever dreamed of doing to a lover. She wanted to take his c**k into her mouth and suckle it hungrily. She wanted to taste the essence of him and feel his body tense with the need for release. She wanted him so desperately it was a true, physical hunger.
She would swirl her tongue over the head and feel it throb as she sucked it into her mouth.
Her thighs clenched, the feel of her juices once again dampening her panties and causing her to bite her lip. She really didn’t want to have to change panties again. She swore she saturated them as she sat in that meeting thinking about him.
It had been all she could do to keep her mind on what was being said and keeping the notes her uncle asked her to keep. Her perceptions of Rule Breaker’s answers and whether or not she thought he was lying at important points of the conversation. In her opinion, he was lying in most of them.
When she had first arrived at the meeting, she had been disappointed that Malachi wasn’t there, but, if he had been—she clenched her thighs again as her clit throbbed with the need to be touched.
Perhaps she should go change panties again.
Frowning slightly as she heard the elevator bell ping its descent, she was ready to turn and head back to her room. She was swinging around on one foot, her intent clear.
Changing her panties, because thinking about giving tall, blond and Breedy a blow job had her seriously wet.
The elevator doors slid soundlessly open.
She saw him from the corner of her eye. She could almost swear she felt him.
Poised to run, almost in the turn, nearly pushing off, and instead, she swung back around, straightened and stepped into the elevator as though she had never, not even for a second, considered not doing so.
Turning, her back pressing against the side of the cubicle, she stared across the short distance into eyes that gleamed almost black, the color was so blue. In those eyes, she read his challenge. Was her head start over? Because he had clearly found her, and there was no doubt he was ready to reward her taking the elevator rather than running.
Reaching back, her fingers curled over the side rail, holding tight, holding back.
She heard someone curse, a low, furious sound. But it wasn’t Malachi. His lips weren’t moving. He was staring back at her, becoming as locked within the air of sensuality swirling around them as she was.
Her glaze flicked to his lips once more.
She wanted to kiss him. Just one kiss. Just a taste of that sensually full lower lip, a flick of her tongue against his.
Would she be satisfied with it?
Never. But it would ease the ache in her lips. Maybe.
The elevator felt as though it were moving in slow motion. She felt as though she were moving in slow motion.
She tried to keep her fingers locked around the side bar, tried to hold herself back.
There was no holding back from him.
Isabelle swore she could feel him urging her to him. His gaze was intense, a swirl of navy blue, an erotic storm brewing around them.
They weren’t there alone, but they could have been. They may as well have been. As far as Isabelle was concerned, Rule Breaker and Stygian Black didn’t even exist.
Her tongue slipped out, licking over her lips as the sudden vision of her going to her knees in front of him flashed across her mind.
Her gaze flicked to the front of the black mission-style pants he wore. They were formfitting, though not tight. Still, the bulge beneath them was unmistakable.
She swallowed tight. And it was large.
Her eyes came back to his. She forced them up, because she may wish she were there with him alone, but she knew she wasn’t.
Someone cleared his throat as she inhaled slowly, fighting for control. The taller, darker Breed blew out a rough breath. Neither Malachi nor Isabelle glanced toward him.