“That’s my girl.” Moving up my body, he presses a soft kiss to my lips, then slowly slides his fingers from me. I’ve never been a fan of edging, so maybe I should’ve walked out after all; this is bullshit. “I’m going to take a shower,” he explains, “and no matter what you see or hear, you’re going to stay right here and not touch yourself. If you’re my good girl, then I’ll play with that sweet, tight cunt of yours again. But if you’re not… then you may need your safe word.”
Isaac makes his way to the ensuite, leaving me speechless and more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life. Once he’s out of sight, I’m torn between following his instructions and finding out exactly what would require me to use a safe word. He leaves the door open, which only further confuses me. Is it an invitation? Or a test?
The sound of the shower spills into the bedroom space, followed by the opening and closing of the glass door. For several minutes, that’s all I hear—until there’s an unmistakable groan of my name. I carefully slide off the bed, and carefully pad over to the door to listen closer. I can’t make out his grunted words and peek inside. The frosted glass only grants me an outline—hand braced against the wall, water pouring over his bowed head, and his…
Oh. Fuck.
My hand flies to my mouth to stifle my gasp. Why the hell would he be jerking off in the shower? Does he think he won't come tonight?
His moans become louder, and his voice becomes clearer. “That’s right, babygirl, beg for it.”
There’s a string of swears, but it doesn’t quite sound like he found his release. The water shuts off, and I scurry back to the bed, hoping he won’t hear my retreating footsteps. Moments later, he walks in, ruffling his hair with a towel and stalking toward me. Clearly, he didn’t miss arm day. Or leg day. Or ab day… Every single inch of him is sculpted. It’s no wonder women swoon over him. Fully clothed, he’s gorgeous. Completely naked? He’s mouthwatering. Gone are the days of lean muscle, and it’s official—he’s out of my league. Sure, I do yoga and the occasional Zumba class, but I’m softer than I was in my twenties. In a few years, I’ll be forty, and my metabolism isn’t what it used to be. I blame my love of avocado toast and pasta… and amazing Mexican food since moving to California.
I snatch the shirt that I borrowed from the ground and cover myself as best I can before scrambling to the middle of the bed. The more distance, the better from this beautiful man with an equally beautiful cock.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he growls, dropping the towel and tearing the shirt away from me.
Instinctively, I cover my breasts with an arm. “I, uh… I should probably go.”
Isaac leans forward and softly kisses my neck as he whispers, “Do you actually want to go?” His thick cock rests on my thigh, and the temptation to touch him is almost too much. “No. Youdon’t. You’ve always been an overthinker, so for one night—even just a few hours—let go. Let me take care of you.”
The scratch of his beard against my throat elicits a whimper from me. “Are… are you sure you want this?”
He stills. “No. I don’t.” Pulling back, his brows knit. “I want more than your perfect body. I want to keep you.” Sliding his hand between my breasts to my neck, he gently grips it and pulls me closer until our lips are nearly brushing. “Fuck, Livy, I want you more than I could ever express with words. But I know that once I have you again, I won’t be able to let you go.”
I reach for his cock, stroking once before releasing it. “What if I don’t want you to let me go?”
“Don’t tease me, babygirl. You think I won’t chase you until my last breath?”
It’s careless to act with my heart, but I do it anyway, closing the last few millimeters between us and kissing him. We fall back onto the bed, and for the first time all night, I stop thinking and just feel. Releasing my throat, he roughly claims my mouth, groaning against my lips. I’ve missed him so fucking much. Being here with him feels like a piece of my soul that was ripped away all those years ago has been put back into place.
I sink my nails into his back, wrapping my legs around him, desperate to have him closer. His hard, damp body is better than any weighted blanket in the world. Since we started talking again, I’ve imagined this no less than a hundred times—the what if. What if we slept together? What if I let myself fall for him again? Aubrey would likely throw something at me if she found out, but isn’t she to blame? She’s the one who encouraged me to have dinner with him; she had to know this was a possibility.
Isaac slips his cock in, just an inch, making me gasp, but he doesn’t stop kissing me until he’s fully seated inside me. “I should’ve asked earlier, are you clear?”
“Clear?”
“Yeah. When was the last time you were tested, baby?”
“Oh, um, a few months ago. I hadn’t been with anyone since.”
“Birth control?”
“I’m on the pill.”
“Fuck,” he growls into my neck.
I roll my hips, seeking friction or anything, really. My whole body is buzzing with anticipation, and my clit is aching after he denied me my release earlier, but I still can't help the chuckle that escapes me. “Was my answer not satisfactory?”
“No, it just means I can fuck you bare, and I haven’t done that with anyone since you.”
“Liar.”
Isaac pulls back and slams back inside me, forcing a moan from both of us. “I’m serious. I haven’t been with anyone without protection.”
“Me either.”
“Even…”
