“Let me help you.” I draw out the words while my hands slide beneath her shirt and bra, fingertips brushing against her soft breasts before cupping them in my palms. I gently graze one fingertip over her hard nipple, a horizontal sway against her skin that has her panting within seconds.
Her hands slide into my hair, pulling at the tips at the base of my neck as her moans grow louder until they crescendo into my name. I want her to make that sound a hundred more times until I’ve memorized it.
I tilt her face until her gaze meets mine. My finger runs along her bottom lip until she closes her mouth around it and sucks gently.
“Take over, Red. Show me how good I make you feel.”
Isla’s pussy lands on my thigh, and she surges forward to kiss me at the same time her hips move again, dragging her clit against my leg. Her tongue slides into my mouth, tangling with mine, sparking every nerve ending at the base of my spine. I unzip my jeans and grip my dick, needing the friction to alleviate this ache.
“That’s my girl,” I groan, roughly choking my cock while Isla thrusts against me, picking up speed as she gets closer to erupting. “Fuck, Isla,give in.”
She glances down at my lap, where my hand furiously moves against my cock. There’s a gleam in her eye, a pull at the edges of her lips to find me in this state. Isla grinds against my thigh until her body goes taut and she lets out a gasp. She moans louder as her pussy pushes down harder against me.
“Holy shit,” I grunt as the sound of Isla’s orgasm tips me over the edge.
“That was…” she sighs as she collapses against my body, resting her head against my chest. Her words trail off like she can’t bear to give me a compliment. Her exhaustion, proof of how good I made it for her, will need to be enough.
I lift my hand to run my fingers through the strands of her hair. My other hand rests at the base of her spine, where sweat has gathered from the exertion of her movements.
I want her in every way possible—on my cock, in my mouth, threaded through my fingers, curled up against my chest in my fucking living room.
The thought—thewant—terrifies me. Because I don’t have a shot with her.
Isla lifts off my chest until her gaze meets mine.Dammit, she’s so beautiful.
“This look suits you.” I push her sweaty hair off her forehead and tuck it behind her ear.
Her eyes narrow. “Me in your lap, out of breath?”
I huff out a laugh. “Yeah.” I trace my fingers against her cheek. “Flushed.” I smooth the skin beside her eyes. “Hazy-eyed.” Isla swallows hard, gaze locked on my face, as my fingers dance across her lips. “Swollen.”
“Wesley Davidson.” Her hands explore me, landing on my chest before shifting to my shoulders, my biceps, my forearms. “Are youflirtingwith me?”
“I make you come, and you still bust my balls.”
Isla shrugs, her face scrunching adorably. “It’s my charm.”
“Right.Charm.”
She shoves my shoulder. “Like you know anything about charm.”
“Managed to get you in my lap.”
She snorts and rolls off me, onto the couch. “I didn’t expect—”
“Yes, you did,” I cut her off. “You know I’ve been losing my mind over you, Red. And tonight…I couldn't stand the thought of another guy getting to touch you.”
I blame Isla for reducing my mind to mush, for removing my well-honed filter. There’s no point in concealing the truth from her, especially not after she saw, heard, and felt my body’s reaction to her. I also want this to happen again, and again, and again, foras long as it takes to work this infatuation out of my system. It’s exposure therapy, gradually spending more time with her until I’m no longer triggered by her beauty or her smart mouth, until I can be around her without wanting to shove her against a wall and kiss her senseless.
Getting over this infatuation is my only option. Because Isla isn’t going to settle for me.
She drums a dark blue-painted fingernail against my forearm. “Only tonight?”
“No, not only tonight.”
“So, the next time I need—”
I turn my head until our gazes clash. “Come to me, Isla.”
