The fact that she’s pushing into me like she can’t get enough drives me to give her more.
And I do.
I lose time, so I don’t know how long we stay like that.
She comes again, her walls clenching my already swollen dick, then I spill into her, the fucking release going straight to my head.
Christ Almighty, my head actually spins. Ripples of sweat trail down my body, and my heart is pounding so hard I’m sure it will break out of my chest.
Isla is breathing hard, too. When her knees buckle, I pull out of her and catch her, slipping my arm around her waist.
I turn her to face me. She holds on to my shoulders, her skin glistening, her eyes locked on mine.
We don’t say anything to each other. We don’t need to. We just fall into another kiss.
Then I pick her up, her legs wrap around my waist, and I take her again.
It’s been nine days since the gala.
Isla has ruined me.
Nine whole days, and I’m still walking around in a fucking trance.
A trance only she can control.
A trance I don’t want to leave.
I’m sitting on the terrace discussing a security update with Dorian, but my mind keeps drifting back to Isla.
Back to the night of the gala. Back to the way she looked pressed against the glass wall of my office. Back to how she clung to me like I was the only thing tethering her to this world.
And I’m looking at her right now.
She’s out in the garden across from us, sitting on the grass with a paintbrush in her hand and a smear of blue across her cheek. She’s wearing a pair of tiny white shorts and a tank top that exposes way too much of her skin to the sun. Her legs are stretched out in front of her, crossed at the ankles, and the sight does nothing good for my sanity.
Dorian’s voice becomes white noise as I think of dragging my wife back upstairs and taking her to bed.
She’d look beautiful covered in paint and sweat and nothing else.
“Knox.” Dorian’s voice finally cuts through the haze.
I blink and look at him. “What?”
“You’re not listening, are you?” he deadpans.
“Yes, of course, I’m listening.”
Dorian arches a brow. “Right. Then what did I just say?”
I open my mouth… Nothing comes out. “Sorry, man. What were you talking about?”
He sighs and starts again. “The IT team is dropping the investigation into the hacking…”
My gaze drifts back to Isla before he can finish.
She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and bends over her canvas. The motion makes her shorts ride up her thighs.
Fuck.
