I grin, pull her toward me, and turn on the sofa so we’re stretched out. It’s a comfortable settee, but it’s not super wide, and she’s squashed up against the back, while I have to be careful not to fall off. Her hair is trapped beneath my arm, and the duvet is twisted around us, but at that moment I don’t care. Her stunning eyes as she looks up at me are wide with excitement, and she’s warm and soft in my arms.
“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her, my voice husky with desire.
“Oh…”
And then I kiss her, sliding my arms around her, enjoying being intimate, being close.
Chapter Twelve
Isla
Cullen’s offer of ‘You wanna make out?’ was the most wonderful thing he could have said to me. How did he know I want that more than anything? I want to kiss and be kissed, to feel him against me, to touch and be touched. To be intimate, to share pleasure, to just enjoy the moment. I think he knows because he feels the same. He hasn’t done this with anyone either lately, and we’ve obviously both missed it.
I’m squashed up against the back of the sofa, but I don’t care because the feeling of being trapped there by this big, heavy guy is blissful. He slides his knee between my legs, and I hook a leg over him and wrap my arms around his waist, and now we’re pressed together from thighs to chest, while he kisses me like there’s no tomorrow.
Mmmmm… how fantastic it is to live in the moment and just enjoy one another. He tastes of chocolate and whisky, and the scrape of bristles on his chin, and the delicious scent of his cologne are making me a little dizzy. It’s like an overload of masculinity, something I haven’t had for oh so long.
In response, he gives a gorgeous little growl as he skims his hand down my ribs, following the dip of my waist and the curve of my hips. Then he slides his hand over to my butt and, as he pulls me tight against him, he squeezes my ass and growls again.
Ooh, where we’re pressed together, I can feel his erection against my stomach. He wants me, and that makes my heart race as if I’ve run all the way along the beach.
I slip my hands beneath his tee and stroke up his back, enjoying the intimate feel of his warm skin, then brush them back down to his ass and hold him there while I tilt my pelvis up.His thigh is resting between my legs, and the ache between them builds as he moves his leg.
He’s told me he doesn’t expect anything. But I can’t let this continue if I’m not prepared to go all the way. It wouldn’t be fair to lead him on like that. And the thing is… I want to make love with him. I want to pleasure him and to come with him inside me and to share that amazing feeling with him.
And why shouldn’t I? What’s actually wrong with that? We’re two consenting adults. It’s nobody’s business but our own.
“Can you undo my bra strap?” I murmur against his lips.
“Oh. Yeah, sure.” He slips his hand beneath the hem of my tee and slides it up my back to the strap. Then he stops and stares at me.
I blink. “What?”
“I just thought…” He rests his hand on my back. “Uh… I don’t want to assume, but… I don’t have any condoms.”
“Oh… I hadn’t thought about that either. I had a Mirena coil put in a few years ago, so I haven’t used condoms in ages.”
We study each other for a moment.
“I still have the Mirena,” I say eventually. “So… I can’t get pregnant. And I’m… you know… clean.”
“Me too.”
My lips curve up. “You’d better get my bra off, then.”
He grins and slides his hand back up to the catch, and flicks it open easily. I attempt to push up to a sitting position, then fight to get the straps of the bra down each arm and over my hands. He helps me out, with both of us stifling our laughter, and then I drag the bra under my tee and toss it away in exasperation.
Flustered and warm, I fall back onto the cushion, and he pulls me back into his arms. As he shifts, putting his weight on his elbow, he gives a low grunt and rolls his shoulder.
“You okay?” I ask.
“War wound,” he says, and chuckles, and I remember that he hurt it in the detonation. But it doesn’t seem to bother him too much. “You’re all soft,” he murmurs, kissing up my neck. With his hot breath on my ear giving me goosebumps, he slides his hand up to my breast, cups it, and brushes his thumb across my nipple.
“Aaahhh…” It tightens beneath his touch, and a shiver runs all the way through me.
With a groan, he kisses back to my mouth and crushes his lips to mine, and I gasp as the heat between us skyrockets. Mmm, this is such fun, and the perfect Christmas present I could ever want. It’s exciting and refreshing to live in the moment, and not worry about anything except the guy in my arms.
Mmm, and what a guy, his skin warm and his muscles hard beneath my fingertips. His tongue sliding against mine, his fingers skating over my skin, as he pushes up my tee. Shifting a little on the sofa, he lowers his mouth to my breast, and I have to bite my lip to stop a low moan escaping.
