Say You're Mine - Layla Hagen Page 0,55

too?”

“Later,” I growled.

I hadn’t expected Isabelle to not only fit in my old life so well but to embrace it like this, hitting it off with my cousins, bonding with my mother. I’d kept this side of my life so tightly under wraps, not wanting the press to hound my family, that I wasn’t used to sharing it with anyone. I wanted to show everything to Isabelle, and not only because I didn’t want to keep anything from her. It was a true delight to experience things through her reactions. It was like rediscovering a part of myself.

She sighed, moving her hands under my shirt. Her intention was clear. She wanted to yank it off.

Pulling back, I smiled down at her. I’d wanted to kiss and explore her all day, but I’d had to hold back. All that need had bottled up, and now I was on the edge.

I took off my shirt, and Isabelle looked down at me slowly, then back up.

“We’re surrounded by hay, and you’re shirtless. Doesn’t get more country than this, does it?” she teased.

I laughed. “Yes it does. I want you naked. Completely naked.”

She swallowed hard, sweeping her gaze around us. “Here?”

“Yes, here.” I closed the distance between us. Tipping my head, I captured her mouth, kissing her hard and deep. Gripping her hips, I pulled her against my erection. She moaned, then slid one hand between us, undoing the button of my jeans. She lowered her hand inside my jeans and boxers, touching my cock.

“Isabelle,” I groaned, driven purely by instinct. I pulled her dress up her legs, then yanked it over her head. Fuck, I loved seeing her like this, only wearing lingerie, waiting for me to do whatever I wanted to her.

And what I wanted was to make her come.

I kissed a straight line from her shoulder up the side of her neck at the same time as I moved my fingers along the rim of her panties. I liked teasing her like this, slowly building up the anticipation. Her breath was frantic, her hands desperately roaming on my chest. Every time she wanted to dip a hand inside my pants, I stopped her.

“I want you to come first. Then you’re allowed to touch me all you want, Isabelle.”

She gasped, rocking her hips against mine. A faint blush spread on her neck. I parted her legs with my knee, moving two fingers over the fabric covering her pussy. I kissed her hard, moving my tongue and fingers in the same rhythm. The more I touched her, the more impatient she became, and when she soaked her panties through, she turned completely wild. She took control of the kiss, and of her pleasure, grinding against my hand at her own pace.

She was so damn sexy that I was about to explode in my pants. I felt her body tighten up and knew she was getting closer to her climax. I slipped my hand in her panties, touching her bare skin. Her legs wobbled. She stretched a hand behind her, as if looking for something to grab for support. I walked her backward to the nearest wooden pole, holding her firmly by her waist. I wanted her to focus on nothing but her pleasure. I circled her clit slowly, enjoying the way she rocked back and forth from her heels to her toes.

She exploded, groaning against my mouth. Her back arched, and her legs became weak. I loved watching her give herself completely to the pleasure. I was torn between wanting to watch her and wanting to taste her. She shuddered in my arms, humming, until her body relaxed again. She kissed my chest, then moved farther down. I grabbed the pole with one hand, watching her. When she reached my navel, she looked up with a smile.

“You have excellent self-restraint. I think you deserve a prize.”

“I agree.”

She pushed down my pants, then my boxers. I didn’t hesitate stepping out of them. She traced the V-lines going from my pubis downward with her thumbs and then her tongue. My cock was pressing against the side of her neck, and that bit of skin-on-skin contact was making me crazy.

Isabelle looked up at me, licking the tip of my erection before wrapping her lips around it. She moved her head back and forth, driving me insane. Pleasure pulsed through me, already messing with my senses. My thoughts were a whirlwind, but one stood out: Isabelle was all mine.

She looked up at me, and seeing the lust