Things about Isa.
Maybe she’s just being hormonal. Had a bad day.
She isn’t being rational right now.
“You’re being irrational.” The second the words leave my mouth, I realize I’ve thrown fuel on the fire. I’m ready to strangle her but and at the same time, lust jolts down my spine. She’s so beautiful. Even when she’s angry.
And then I know. With every fiber of my being. We need to reconnect. I step forward and wind her hair round my hand. My lips claim hers.
At first, she doesn’t kiss me back. I nearly back off. I’m not that guy.
But just before I pull away, she softens against me. Her lips open and her tongue wrestles with mine. “Fuck, Isa.” The words claw their way out of me. “There’s no way this is over.”
She makes a mewing sound in the back of her throat and at the same time I feel her fingers tugging at my hair. Nothing tender about the way she needs me right now.
About the way I need her.
With one hand unbuttoning my jeans, the other makes fast work of her panties. No way in hell am I letting her go.
She’s my light. My heart. Her breath is mine. Her skin. The heated taste of her mouth.
I settle myself between her thighs and her legs clench around my waist.
There is lovemaking. There is fucking.
And then there’s something else altogether.
It’s a combination of them both.
A dam bursts, and everything cuts loose at the same time. It cleanses. It washes away confusion. It screams that this is bigger than either one of us. It’s something we can’t control. All we can do is give in and allow it to carry us away.
And the instant I slide into her I’m home. I’m one with this woman. I’ll be damned if I’ll let her give up on us. I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll do whatever she needs.
The way she clutches me and pulls me in, I know she feels the same way.
“Tuck.” She says my name against my mouth. This girl has no inhibitions with me. She says what she thinks. Acts on her emotions.
“Isa.” Her name is like a prayer on my lips. My lips can’t get enough. I trail them down the slender column of her neck, drawing a line with my tongue until my face rests between her breasts. Wanting to claim all of her, I slide my jaw along her sensitive skin and she cries out for more.
This woman means everything to me. I need to show her this in every way I know how. I latch onto one nipple and tug, grazing the dusky pink skin with my teeth.
Desperate hands clutch the sides of my head urging me to thrust deeper, suck harder. We communicate without fault on this level.
I know she’s close when her breaths turn into whimpers. She squeezes me from within and I can’t slow down. A pulsing satisfaction consumes her giving me the go ahead to race for home.
I allow myself to let go. I’m riding her fast, taking her hard.
When my own climax tears through to the base of my spine, I plunge deep, reaching for the very core of her being, and release my seed inside this woman.
She’s mine.
Damn her to hell if she tries to tell me differently.
CHAPTER TEN
Isabella
My flight isscheduled to leave just a little after nine the next morning. While Tucker went down for dinner I purchased my ticket and texted the information to Jessamine. She texted back that Levi would be waiting for me downstairs at five a.m. no questions asked.
