Chapter Four
I rode Isaac’s cock slowly, stringing out release for both of us. A sense of bitter sweetness filled me. Isaac too, I think, since our lovemaking had held an edge of desperation during the past few days.
Increasing the pace, I angled my hips so each slide hit my sweet spot. I watched his face closely, taking in the stubble that lined his jaw. His eyes opened, and our gazes connected. I swear my heart wentkaboom. With each passing day, with each touch and smile, the connection I felt for Isaac strengthened. I shied away from the obvious—that what I felt was love. It was too damned scary and difficult.
“This is the best way to wake up in the morning,” I said.
His grin lit up his face. He stroked his hands down my hips, then delved between my folds, dipping his fingers in my juices before skating them across my clitoris. His touch was enough to send my climax crashing over me. Isaac fastened his hands on my hips again and thrust upward, hard and with raw need etched on his face. A guttural sound came from deep in his chest. He thrust again with urgent hunger. Once. Twice, before he spilled his seed in hard, strong pulses. His release triggered another series of mini explosions in my channel. God, I don’t know how he managed to push me so high, but I wasn’t about to complain.
I collapsed against his sweaty chest, and his arms wrapped around me. Gradually, our heartbeats slowed.
“Sophie, I want you to stay here in Australia with me.”
I levered away from his chest to gauge his expression. Sincere. Maybe a hint of uncertainty. Not a suggestion of humor. He was deathly serious and nervous about my reaction.
“You want me to move in here?” I wanted to say yes so badly, but I also needed more reassurance. “With you? Permanently?”
“I love you, Sophie.”
I closed my eyes, savoring the sound of the words. A lump of emotion clogged my throat, and I had to swallow before I could reply. I opened my eyes, a haze of tears shrouding my sight. “I love you too,” I whispered. “I’ll stay.”
* * * * *
Pop and Uncle James didn’t turn a hair at my announcement. They agreed to keep an eye on my house until Isaac and I had a chance to return to New Zealand to sort out loose ends.
I slotted into Isaac’s life so easily it was as if my staying was destiny. A part time office job opened up at a real estate agent’s office with the chance of increased hours in the future. I worked there during the morning and helped Isaac with his bookwork or did waitress duty if he needed a spare. I loved it. And I loved him.
I ran my hand across Isaac’s naked back and pressed tiny kisses, tantalizingly brief across his collarbone. Isaac sucked on one breast, his cock pressing at the intimate juncture of my thighs. His hands dropped to cup my buttocks, lifting me in preparation for one seamless thrust.
“Hurry,” I urged.
“We have plenty of time.” The laughter in his words told me he intended to tease.
“Just wait until I’m in control,” I said, wriggling, trying to force his cock into my pussy.
The doorbell rang. Not just one buzz, but long and loud as if the caller was leaning on it.
“Hold that thought.” Isaac leapt off me and strode to the door.
“Ahem!” I said. “Clothes?”
He backtracked to grab a white towel and wrapped it around his hips before heading back to answer the door. Sexy. Very sexy.
Mine.
I leaned back against the pillows, my body aching for fulfillment. I pinched my nipple and thought about hurrying my release along. No. Not without Isaac. “Hurry. Send whoever it is away.”
“You got it,” he called back, his voice throbbing with sensual promise.
The doorbell ceased. I heard a murmur of voices.
“You!”
Oh-oh, I knew that voice. I jackknifed to a sitting position and searched frantically for clothes. They were strewn across the floor where we’d tossed them in our hurry to undress last night. The clock ticked. I grabbed my robe from behind the door, put on an impassive face and sauntered out to face the music.
Attack. “Susan, what are you doing here?”
“Poppa and Uncle James wouldn’t tell me anything.” Susan actually pouted.
