goner. Utterly and unequivocally.
He licked and sucked on my clit, building me to a crescendo like a virtuoso. And then his fingers began to play the melody, inserting one inside of me and then another. In and out while his tongue finished off the rhythm. Until I exploded on his mouth, letting him taste my desire.
While I was still lying helpless on the bed, he retrieved a condom from his back pocket and then shucked the rest of his clothes to the floor. He deftly fit the condom it to himself. My eyes widened at the sight of him. No wonder no one else had ever compared. He grinned when he caught me watching him. Then, he was prowling after me.
I crawled backward on the bed and watched how he was barely keeping himself from plunging into me.
“Peyton…” he began, prepared to ask my permission. As if I weren’t already spread wide for him and begging him.
“Please,” I gasped. “Please, Isaac. I want you…this.”
That was enough for him. His strong body covered mine. Our hips fit together, as they had so many times before. His biceps flexed powerfully as he held himself up over my body. Our eyes met, locked. The world disappeared.
The head of his dick settled against me. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I lifted my hips to meet him. He chuckled at my attempts to get him to move.
“Needy,” he growled.
“Aren’t you?”
He pressed a firm kiss to my lips. “Always with you.”
And then he eased into me. Inch by delicious inch until I was full to the brim. Everything went hazy with pleasure.
He dropped to his elbows, bringing our lips back together, whispering sweet nothings as he started up a rhythm. My body remembered the steps to this dance. Our bodies came apart and reconnected. I met him halfway until the slapping of our joining bodies was perfectly in sync.
As if Isaac had just remembered my flexibility, he pulled back and lifted my leg, hoisting it over his shoulder. My body contorted into a split, getting him deeper and deeper as he drove into me again and again. His eyes shuttered, and he lost all sense of control. I cried out as everything built within my body.
“Isaac,” I cried. “I’m close.”
“Come with me, love,” he breathed against my skin.
The world exploded.
I dragged my nails down his back, leaving scratch marks as I fell into oblivion. My orgasm hit me like a two-by-four. Isaac roared his pleasure into the hotel room.
My legs shook as I came down from the high. Then, he collapsed next to me. Both our chests were heaving, and a fine layer of sweat coated our skin. Maybe we would make use of that shower after all.
I curled into Isaac’s side. He slipped an arm around me and kissed the top of my head. This was even more familiar. This was perfect.
“I missed you,” he breathed.
“Mmm,” I mumbled.
He laughed. “No words?”
“I have words,” I said, mischievously glancing up at him. “I hope you have another condom.”
His eyes turned predatory once more, and he rolled me over on top of him. I straddled his hips.
“Round two already?”
“I don’t think either of us should plan to sleep tonight,” I said, teasing him with my hips.
He dug his fingers into my skin. “I hadn’t planned on it.”
Then, he brought our lips together, and I was lost to him all over again.
17
Peyton
“Stay in bed a little longer,” Isaac said, grabbing me around the middle and tugging me back down.
I giggled and nuzzled into him. “We’re going to be late for work.”
“Technically, I don’t have to work today.”
I huffed, “No fair.”
“I’m going to go in anyway because I have a million things to do before we take a week off for Christmas. But maybe only a half-day.”
“Half-day sounds better.”
“What do you have to do?”
I peeked up at him. “I have some work to take care of for Kathy. No rehearsals today for me to cover. And then the show at seven.”
“So…you might be free by the afternoon?”
“I might,” I said with an arched eyebrow.
“Any interest in coming over later? Aly and I have plans to make Christmas cookies.”
My heart lodged in my throat. He was asking me to hang out with him and his daughter. That was a huge step.
“Are you sure?” I whispered.
He placed a kiss on my forehead. “I’m sure.”
“All right. I’d love to. Let me text you when I’m done with work, and then I’ll come over.”
“Good,” he said, pulling me into another long