“Caleb!” she cries, as I feel her orgasm flood against my fingers. My face is soaked with her cream and I fucking revel in it.
“I want inside you,” I groan against her pussy, continuing to let her ride out her orgasm on my fingers.
“Caleb …”
My name is a mixture of fear and hunger. I press a kiss against her still throbbing clit. “I’m not going to take your virginity against the side of this damn building, baby. When I do that, I want you on a bed, looking up at me. I want to watch every second of your orgasm as I claim you completely.”
“I’m not sure?—”
I lick her pussy, causing her to end whatever she was going to say with a moan. I don’t want to hear her denying me any longer. I lean back on my haunches. Staring into her eyes as I lick my fingers clean. “My woman tastes sweet as hell,” I growl quietly.
“Oh God,” Izzy whispers closing her eyes. Fear is coming off her in waves. I know I can’t push her more tonight. The last thing I want is for her to run away from me. I’m going to have to plan a sneak attack on her if I’m going to get her to claim me back.
For that reason—and that reason only—I don’t push my luck. I busy myself by getting her clothes. I take her panties and grin up at her. “These are mine.”
“Caleb …”
I grin and let her watch as I wipe her juices from my face with her thin, red silk panties. “This way I can smell your sweet cunt tonight when my hand is wrapped around my cock and I’m coming to the memory of pleasuring you.”
“I could … I mean …”
I help her step into her pants. Her fingers pressing into my shoulder—as she steadies herself—seems to brand me. I don’t think I could physically give her up now. It’d kill me.
“No, Isolde. Tonight was about your pleasure. That’s all I need right now,” I assure her, stuffing her panties into my pants pocket.
“It’s Izzy. I hate that name.”
“I love it. I also like that I’m probably the only person in the world to call you that.” In response, she rolls her eyes.
“I seriously worry if you’re insane or not,” she grumbles.
“I’m crazy about you. Does that count?” I quip with a grin.
“That has to be the lamest comeback in the history of lame comebacks,” she says shaking her head but still grinning. “I really need to leave now. We're both very lucky no one saw what we did right here.”
“Well, I’d say I don’t give a damn, but I never want anyone seeing your body but me.”
“Caleb, we should talk,” she begins, but I don’t let her finish.
“Where are you parked? I’ll walk you to your vehicle,” I ask as she finishes straightening her clothes.
“You don’t need to. I’m a big girl. Besides, I don’t really know where it is. I figure the garage.”
“You don’t know where you parked?”
She holds up a keyring with one key on it. “I rode with Pez. He needs to stay, so I was going to take his spare vehicle home. He said he’d grab it tomorrow,” she explains.
Fuck, it takes everything I have to contain the jealousy clawing inside me. I know I can’t let it out. If I do that, she’ll be ready to filet me open. I’m learning with Izzy that I need to approach her as if she’s a wounded bear that’s poised to rip out your jugular and show it to you right before you die. My girl can be feral when she feels cornered.
“I’m going to take you home. That way Pez won’t need to fetch his truck.”
“I don’t?—”
“Baby, I just had my head buried between your legs. I think you can trust me to take you home. I promise that’s all I’ll do.”
“Fine, it’s not like my parents live far from here anyway,” she grumbles, clearly not happy.
“I’ll be on my best behavior,” I promise.
