Before I can overthink and stop myself, I remove my seatbelt and climb over to the middle console and straddle him. Isaac doesn’t move, his chest rising slowly, his eyes meeting mine.
“Ronnie,” he breathes. His voice is a low rumble, as if he’s speaking through honey, the single syllable of my name dripping with a kind of reverence that sets my skin on fire. I gulp, swallowing the lump forming in my throat. My lips part, reaching for the right words. But words are too clumsy, too inadequate. I wish I weren’t so inexperienced. I mean, I know what I should do, but I’m frozen.
“I don’t want to freeze…” I mutter softly.
“It’s okay, Ronnie,” he whispers, his gaze never leaving mine, his thumb gently tracing circles on my knee. His crooked smile returns, chuckling lightly as he shifts beneath me. “No rush,” he adds.
But that’s the thing—I want to rush.
I want to feel Isaac inside me. For so long, I have envisioned this very moment. Yet, I’m frozen. There is so much that I want to do, so much I want to touch and feel, only to be overwhelmed by the reality of it all. Isaac, beneath me, looking at me with an intensity that makes me feel as if I’m the only person in existence. I want to know every ridge and valley of this man’s body, to map out his pleasure zones until I can play him like an instrument of my own creation. But Isaac’s golden-brown eyes hold a certain softness and patience that make my heart flutter wildly in my chest.
I reach for the hem of his shirt, trying to push back the surge of hesitation. “Can I?”
“All yours,” he murmurs softly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he watches my shaky fingers play with the hem of his shirt.
“Sure?” I ask again, needing his approval for what I’m gathering the courage to do. He dips his chin, a slow movement as if he’s too scared to move, while permitting me to remove his black shirt. I lift the thin fabric from his body, sliding it up over his sculpted muscles and off his broad shoulders. The moonlight seeping through the car windows bounces off his golden skin, casting him in a soft and ethereal glow.
I trace my fingers over the ridges of his abdomen, the muscles there twitching slightly beneath my touch. When I shift in his lap, I feel the hardness of his erection pressing against my thighs. I take a sharp breath in, cheeks heating up as I glance at him. My heart beats so loudly, I’m sure he can hear it. His hand reaches up to gently tuck a loose strand behind my ear, his thumb trailing down my cheek in an affectionate gesture that sends shivers down my spine.
“You are so beautiful. You know that.Tan bella,“ Isaac murmurs, and the look in his eyes tells me he means it. His feelings toward me are the one thing I never doubted. Something that only motivates me to give in to desire. My breath hitches when he leans forward and presses his forehead into mine. “Whatever you want to do is on you,” he breathes. “No rush, only be sure of it.”
Words completely escape me; for the first time, I’m left speechless.
I’m a pool of emotions, and I’m certain that Isaac is the only man I want to share this with, even if it’s just this one time. Because it could only be this time. Never again. I couldn’t betray my mom any more than I am at this moment. Biting my lower lip, I lean into him, taking his bottom lip into my mouth. His hands now cup my ass, gently squeezing as a groan escapes his lips as I grind on his hard length.
I kiss him, his lips soft on mine, warmth spreading through me like wildfire as our kiss deepens and I continue to move over him. Clumsy at first until Ifind a slow rhythm. His tongue is now inside my mouth, brushing against mine softly, and yet, so full of hunger. A hunger I know too well. The taste of him is intoxicating, and I drink deeply, quenching my thirst for him. A thirst of years in the making, a thirst only satisfied by him.
My hands move to his hair, fingers tangling in the silkiness as I pull him closer, desperate for his touch. His scent fills my senses—herby, masculine, and something unique that’s purely Isaac. He deepens the kiss even more, his hand traveling up my spine, then back down.
Suddenly, Isaac pulls away, leaving us both gasping for air. His honey hazel eyes, dark with desire, search mine, trying to read my emotions. I feel a shiver of anticipation run through me as his hand trails up my thigh, and his fingers lightly brush against the fabric of my dress.
“Are you sure?” he asks through ragged breaths. “If we keep this up—“ He stops, as if unsure of how to finish his sentence, his hands firmly squeezing my thighs. A hiss escapes his lips as I roll my hips, grinding on his length. A clear answer.Yes. Giving him my permission. He doesn’t need my words—there is no need for them. His hands slowly move my dress further up my body until it is completely over my head and thrown into the passenger seat. Iz’s hand drops to the side of his seat, pulling us back to give him more leg room.
My hands roam over his body, feeling the heat underneath his skin that sends an electric current zinging through me. All my thoughts disappear, all that lingers is the feeling of Isaac beneath my fingers. The look on his face as he drinks me in, the way he bites his lower lip, and his eyes glazing with desire, it’s more intoxicating than anything I’ve ever had.
The hardness under me sends waves of desire coursing through my veins. I move against it, my body instinctively moving of its own accord, as if we’ve done this many times before. There is no denying we belong to each other. He ismine, and I’mhis.
Even if fate has been cruel and unfair to us. Thetruth is that.
My hands roam further, reaching the waistband of his jeans, and with his soft hum of approval, I begin to undo the button and zipper. His breath hitches slightly as I slide my hand inside his boxers.
“Ronnie,” he groans as my hand grips his cock. The feeling of it in my hand elicits a moan from my lips, a feeling only described as coming home. So warm, so thick and big. I’m not sure how it will all fit. “Wow. You’re big.” My cheeks burn from embarrassment the moment the words spill from my lips. He chuckles softly, as if he could make out what I’m thinking next, he playfully responds with, “Don’t worry it will fit.”
A pitiful whimper slips past my lips as I wet them when his hands move to my hips, guiding me in a rhythm that begs me to go faster. I oblige, matching his urgency as my touch becomes more confident and more assertive. Isaac leans his head back against the seat, his honey-hazel eyes fluttering shut as he gives himself over to the sensations coursing through him.
“I fucking love you,” he breathes, and I nearly come undone with his words alone. For years, I deprived myself—we both have. I remained a virgin simply for this very moment. The moment I would give myself to Isaac, the man who stole my heart the moment he asked me if I wanted to be his queen. Unfortunately for us, we’ve been forced to share a last name with… not as my love but myfuckingstepbrother. All words and thoughts leave me as he lifts me onto him.
“Look at me,” he orders softly, and I do. I feel his cold hands move between us, shifting my panties, and my heart stutters. “Fuck, Ronnie,” he practically growls out as his finger runs down my center, collecting my arousal. Warmth gathers in every part of my body and moves as wetness pools. “So wet for me.”
I nod because I’m afraid to open my mouth. Following his gaze, he allows me to take control, only using the swollen head of his cock to run up my slit until he stops right at the entrance. “All you baby, use me.”Usehim. The words echo in my brain, my body moving on its own as I slowly push down and feel the immediate sting that comes with it.
“I love you,” he whispers as he slowly begins to stretch me.
The pain of the intrusion is almost too much, but when he leans in and kisses me passionately, any discomfort subsides for a moment. I can feel every inch of him, slowly becoming part of me, the lines between us blurring into one. His lips are warm and soft, and each touch of his tongue to mine feels like a lightning bolt sent straight to my core.
“Relax,” he murmurs against my lips. I let out a shuddering exhale as he begins to move inside me. I’m no longer a virgin, and the pain slowly morphs into something beautiful… something delicious. His fingers dig into my skin, his touch leaving a heated path behind. The sensation becomes my truth, my anchor, my reality.
“I love you, Iz… always have,” I say as I lean into his touch and lose myself in everything that is Iz.
