“I do.” Her breath came out on a shudder. “I understand I want this. More than anything.”
He pressed his eyes closed, a silent battle etched in the lines of his face as he remained motionless. Damn man was going to stop himself. So, she did the only thing she could think of—she tilted her hips up, making him slide a little deeper.
He groaned, brows furrowed. She did it again. And this time, he moved with her, in a slow glide that filled her. “Is that…?” He searched her eyes and she nodded.
“Yes.”
His head dropped forward and he repeated the movement. Every fiber of her body thrummed as the slick slide of their bodies together sent fingers of sharp pleasure radiating outward, each one stronger than the last. The ache at her core returned, hot and heavy, somehow accentuating the pleasure.
“God, you feel so good.” His eyes squeezed shut, his features taut with intensity.
His lips found hers once more, the primal groans vibrating from the back of his throat sending new waves of fire shooting straight to where they joined. He moved with deliberate care, pulling nearly all the way out before plunging deep inside. Her hips moved with him, the fullness of each slick thrust wrenching a small moan from her.
He adjusted his weight onto one hand and reached between themwith the other in a jerky movement. When his finger found her sensitive spot again, she cried out. The intensity of that touch mixed with the friction of his shaft within her sent her teetering on the edge of a precipice—one she didn’t know existed. At once, all of the sensation became too much. Too unbearable.
She tried to pull away, but he pressed harder, his fingertip moving so fast, she cried out. Her hands twisted in the sheets as she wriggled under him, hips bucking.
“Please.” The word came out in a desperate whimper.
“Shh…” His mouth moved to her ear, lips brushing her skin. “Just let go.”
Let go.
He made it sound so easy.
“How?”
With a groan, he seated himself fully within her, and slowed his finger, rubbing lazy circles. With the torment eased somewhat, she tried to focus, her breaths coming in quick gasps.
His heavy eyes locked on hers. “Close your eyes.” She obeyed and he slowly increased the tempo. The intense sensation tightened in her core, every inch of her on fire with need. “Don’t fight it.”
She let her head fall back, tense muscles slackening.
“Yes, that’s it.”
The encouragement was all she needed. With one last gasp, the pent-up sensations exploded outward, almost numbing in how they laid her body flat. A fractured scream tore through her throat, echoing from the rafters above as wave after wave of energy poured through her. Moments later he grunted and yanked himself free, his body shuddering over her.
Chapter Seventeen
Asoft graylight filtered through the cabin as Isaac’s eyes fluttered open. For one disorientating second, he forgot where he was. There was onlyher. Curled against him, one leg tangled with his, she shifted with a happy sigh. Dark hair fanned from where her head rested on his shoulder, tangled around the arm draped over his torso. Her scent—jasmine and something uniquely her—rose with each breath she took, and he drank it in, a warmth blooming unbidden in his chest.
He closed his eyes. He could almost believe he was someone else. Someone who had the right to hold her. But as quickly as that fragile contentment came, it vanished—burned away like mist beneath a rising sun. Reality returned in a brutal rush. He’d gotten carried away. Let himself forget.
Fool.
The word rang like a warning bell in his head. His hand rose, fingers pressing his temple. He’d forgotten every rule of copulating. Hell, he’d nearly completed within her. He’d taken her to bed like some tavern wench he could forget in the morning.
Only he wouldn’t forget.
Not her.
His breath caught as images from the night before crashed through him. Of skin against skin. Of her bold touches, her sweet cries.Damnation. A growl rumbled in his throat. He didn’t have the luxury of thinking like that. He had obligations—his commission, his crew, capturing Thorne. She had no place in any of this. Not on his ship. Notin his heart. He began to pull away, gently lifting her arm from his chest, but before he could rise, she stirred with a soft moan and stretched against him. He froze as her eyes fluttered open, dark and languid.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” His whisper sounded abnormally loud in the silence.
Lips curved against his chest and her hand drifted lower, fingers splaying against his stomach. Desire flared low in his spine before he crushed it with practiced resolve. He couldn’t afford to want her—he needed to remember that. Still, he didn’t move.
A few minutes longer wouldn’t hurt. Besides, she didn’t deserve for him to jump up and run off, leaving her alone after her first time with a man. He settled his hand over hers. It was all he could do—if he touched her anywhere else, he doubted his ability to control himself. Even now, her breath stirred his skin like fire.
