“I don’t know, Vaughn. You’re nervous about becoming a dad, but that won’t always be there, and eventually you can have a little more. You may be a dad, but you’re not only a dad. You get it?”
“Yes, oh wise one,” I mock him, but he has valid points. Strong points. Points that make me want to begin to unbrick any walls that I have inside of me.
My eyes sideline to the clock on the table next to the bed and see that I should probably go to bed if I have any chance for making tomorrow a clear-minded day, with strong focus on work.
“I’m going to dive off this call, I really need to head to bed,” I say.
“Sure thing. Keep me posted and let me know if you need anything.”
We both say goodbye and hang up. Quickly, I throw on a t-shirt and strip down to my boxers, eager for my head to hit the pillow… any pillow. Yep, a pillow, it’s happening, and my mind is becoming a clusterfuck, and I hear another sound. Wait, a sound in the hallway. Now, I’m drawn to investigate the sound I thought I heard, which means going into the hall and passing Isla’s door.
Still, safety first, right?
With my feet on a fast trail to check on whatever it may be, I don’t see anything except Isla standing in the hallway, which causes me to nearly fall forward from surprise. Her eyes seem to have been watching my door, and I swallow because I have a strong feeling of what might happen. Especially as she’s wearing a barely-there tank top and shorts, with her hair still partly wet from the shower that she must have just taken.
“Were you listening?” My tone isn’t accusatory; the opposite really, I’m curious.
Her sight becomes fixed on me, her eyes unable to blink while the tip of her tongue finds the corner of her mouth. She pauses for a second before a wry smile appears on her lips, and her head lowers but her eyes then peer up at me.
“So…” She’s dragging this out until her smile turns to a satisfied grin. “Tit for tat today. You heard me earlier, and now I heard you.”
I have to grin to myself as my head gently lowers; I could swear that I’m near timid. I’m caught, and I don’t mind one bit.
“Seems the case.”
“I’m still beautiful, and I’m making it impossible for you not to kiss me?” A sultry look forms on her face.
I nod as we stare at each other, with a sweltering tension floating between us. No words needed. Which is perfect because I’ve never been a man to wait for what he wants.
I do what’s my instinct.
I’m impulsive.
Lunging forward, I bring my hand to the back of her neck to pull her to me and kiss her. I’m not even gentle. It’s deep, ensuring I leave a print on her lips. Her muffled sound into my mouth is only a sound of pleasure, which I know because her hands begin to roam up my arms to around my neck, and she tilts her mouth to give me more access so I can delve my tongue in.
My hand on her neck begins to twist her damp hair around my fingers, and I yank her gently, causing her to jolt back and catch her breath in surprise, meaning our lips part and her eyes fire with a need that’s impossible to ignore.
“Should we really be…” It’s a whisper from her mouth.
“Shh,” I tut.
We’re throwing caution to the wind, and words are not going to help our journey.
Our lips find each other again, and we begin to move. I’m walking backward, guiding her with me. She tastes sweet and eager, everything I need to drive me crazy. My thoughts leave my head because I just want to get lost in her. I can’t seem to kiss her lips enough, and I’m torn to stay on her mouth or nip her neck. Her skin is extra soft, almost encouraging us to keep going, as the road is smooth. Her swollen belly currently housing our daughter between us doesn’t seem to be a deterrent.
When we make it next to my bed, any hope for caution seems to be out of our heads as Isla tugs on my t-shirt, and we only slow down so I can peel her tank up and off her body, savoring every second of the slow tease.
Before the last few weeks, I’ve always wanted her every time I saw her. Now? I still want her but in a possessive fuck her kind of way.
"Hell, you're a vision."
Isla blushes, and I get the feeling that she might be shy as she brings up her hands to cover her breasts that appear full and heavy.
Her lips open to say something, but I instantly plant my finger against them to ensure she doesn’t speak a word.
“You’re more beautiful than ever,” I rasp before ensuring our gaze doesn’t break.
“I’m not shy, if that’s what you are wondering. Not in front of you. You’re the one who put a baby inside of me.”
