“Well, you’re wrong!” I snap, wanting to roll my eyes at my own damn self for that comeback.
“I’m not, and I’m going to prove it to you,” he warns, his voice dark enough that it sends chills down my spine.
“That’s highly unlikely,” I practically snarl.
I expect some kind of asshole reply. I’m waiting for it because I’ll unleash hell on him. I don’t get that chance though, because he doesn’t say a damn thing. No, what he does is much worse. His lips slam down on mine so harshly that I gasp at the contact. That’s the only opening he needs because the moment his tongue thrusts into my mouth, his fingers tangle into my hair, and his other hand holds onto my hip with bruising force, I’m lost.
I’ve had kisses. I’ve had really good kisses. This one? Obliterates every memory I have of my past.
I’m in deep trouble.
7
BUTTONS, ZIPPERS, AND CROSSING LINES
CANDYMAN
Fuck me.
I knew she was trouble. I didn’t care. I wanted her. But never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that kissing her would be like touching the fucking stars. The minute her tongue slides against mine, my entire fucking body is filled with electricity. Hell, it feels like there are fireworks going off inside me. I’ve never experienced anything like it before, and I know that I never will again—unless it’s with Izzy. The woman is meant to be mine.
I slide my hand down her pants, deftly releasing the button of her pants as I go. I use the pressure of my hand to put pressure on the zipper so that it slides down. When I push her panties to the side and slide the pads of my fingers against the wet, bare lips of her pussy, she moans. I swallow the sound down, but she pulls away from the kiss, gasping for breath.
“We should stop,” she whispers.
In response, I seek out her clit, massaging it while looking into her hungry green eyes. “You’re soaked. Let me make you feel good, Izzy.”
“Anyone could see.” She’s right. It won’t stop me though. She might be trying to deny us both right now, but she wants me as much as I want her. I’m not going to let her run away from it. I can’t afford to, because this woman holds my future in her hands. I turn us so her back is against the building. I drop to my knees, hearing her gasp. “Wha … What are you doing?” she asks, her breathing labored. At first, I don’t answer. I reach up, slide my fingers between the waistband of her pants and her warm skin. I grin up at her and yank them down, gathering her panties, too. “Caleb …”
This time her voice sounds less aroused. It’s tinged with a hint of fear. That’s the last thing I want her to feel. I reach up to her hip, sliding my hand down her thigh, hoping my touch calms her. “It’s okay, Isolde. I’m only going to make you feel good. That’s it.”
She looks at me, and something in her eyes makes me feel as if I’m bared completely to her. I don’t move my gaze from hers. I let her see everything. She thinks she knows me, and hell, maybe she does. The thing is, who I was isn’t who I’m going to be with her. I can’t explain it. I just know that from the moment I saw her, she was it for me. The only woman I was ever going to let into my heart. The only woman I could never walk away from.
“Just this once,” she whispers.
I don’t argue. It’s not once, but if I have to use her body to tie her to me, so be it. I’ll make her crave my touch so fucking much that she can’t turn her back on what’s between us.
“Step out of these,” I order, my voice harsh. She bites down on her lip as she wages an invisible fight between what she wants and what she thinks she should do. I let her have her moment, letting my thumb brush back and forth against her calf. It’s only a few seconds—although it fucking feels like hours—before she moves her leg. I help move her legs out of her pants. “That’s my girl,” I praise.
“If someone catches us, I’ll never hear the end of this and you probably won’t leave here unless you’re in a body bag,” she mutters, making me grin up at her.
“It’s worth the risk,” I answer, confessing the damn truth. Then I take her leg and throw it over my right shoulder as I position myself to easily reach her center. I can already see the slick coating of her juices along the lips of her pussy. My fucking mouth waters.
“I don’t know who’s crazier—me or you.”
There’s no reason for me to respond. I don’t feel crazy. For the first time in my life, I feel grounded. This woman settles the emptiness that has clung to me. I don’t explain that. I know it’d scare the hell out of her. Instead, I let my fingers dance across her pussy. The wet heat of her hits me instantly. I hear a groan, and it takes a second for me to even realize it’s me making that noise. Separating her lips, I slide my fingers against her tender folds. Looking up, I watch her eyelids flutter, just from this hint of pleasure.
“Tell me you want this, Isolde. Tell me you want me,” I command gruffly. I shouldn’t push my luck, but I need to hear her say it—to admit that she wants me as much as I want her.
“I want you,” she whispers quietly.
I have to strain to hear her.
“You are mine, Isolde,” I growl. She starts to argue, but I don’t give her the chance. I use my fingers to keep her pussy open and dive in. I lick her first, gathering her sweet juices on my tongue and letting them destroy my tastebuds for anything but her ever again. She’s the sweetest dessert—heaven that explodes on my tongue. As her fingers clench into my hair, and she tries to press me even closer to her drenched cunt, I growl. I let the sound vibrate against her quivering flesh, then suck on her swollen clit. I pull on it like a man dying, knowing she’s the only one that can save me. I keep at her, alternating sucking and licking her clit—encouraged by the broken words of her pleading. While doing that, I slide two fingers inside her. Immediately, the velvet walls of her pussy clench around me, trying to suck my fingers in deeper. “So good,” I hum against her drenched folds while feasting on her. I steadily fuck her with my fingers, continuing my assault with my mouth. I can tell by the way her walls quiver that she’s close to coming.
“I can’t,” she gasps, trying to pull her body away from me. I grip her hip, keeping her right where I want her—not allowing her to even think of escaping. “I’m going to come,” she gasps.
“Let go,” I order, increasing the thrust of my fingers. “Come for me, Isolde.” Her body trembles, her walls tightening even more. I suck on her clit again, this time biting down on the swollen nub.
