“But the baby…” She wiggled her ass against my dick and guided my hand between her thighs. “I’m not good at being quiet.”
No, she wasn’t, but I could keep her from screaming out in ecstasy, or so I hoped.
“Are you asking for more?” I leisurely glided my fingers against her pussy. The fabric of her shorts was thin enough to feel her clit. I swallowed thickly, my heart racing with excitement. If she denied me now, I would lose it.
“Seeing you handle Elsie’s boyfriend was incredibly hot,” she whispered in a breathy tone. “You were so calm and in control of the situation. I melted a little.”
A little? By her behavior now, she was on fire. Hot and bothered. Begging to be fucked.
“Are you asking for more, My-la?” My voice was equally quiet to avoid waking Pippa.
“I’m not sure.”
“What can I do to help?” I massaged Isla’s ball of nerves faster as my dick turned to iron. If I could get her flustered and more aroused, she would beg for my cock, and I’d be back in her good graces.
“If we did this, it wouldn’t mean anything. It would only be sex.”
“Not to me.” Was she crazy? Of course it would mean everything to both of us.
“And that’s why we shouldn’t.” She covered my hand with hers, stopping my fondling. “I shouldn’t have started anything. It’s just been so long since I’ve been touched. I’m sorry, that’s not your problem.”
“You haven’t had sex since the night of the party?” Prideand respect swelled in my chest. Despite everything, she hadn’t betrayed me, just as I hadn’t betrayed her. I’d say that was proof we belonged together.
“No.”
“Me either.” I continued to stroke her, even though she tried to stop me.
She twisted around and sought out my expression in the dark room. I could see the whites of her wide eyes with the little bit of light filtering through the blinds. “How can you lie to me like that?”
“I’m not. I jerk off every day to the sound of your voice and the memories seared in my mind of your addictive pussy. I have not been with another woman, Isla.”
“I don’t believe you.” She teared up, the desire she once had was fading rapidly.
I pushed her onto her back and tugged her shorts off.
“Stop,” she hissed. “This was a mistake.”
“Are you sure you want me to stop, My-la?” I straddled her, digging my erection into her pelvis. “You just admitted to being needy. An orgasm would satisfy you for a spell.” I rubbed my cock against her, working myself up. I could come from the friction alone, that was how hard-up I’d been.
Since the day she walked out of my life, I hadn’t desired another woman. Isla had been it for me. Her tight little pussy had been molded to fit my dick and no one else would do.
But it’d gone beyond sex. She had captured my heart with her sweet, loving demeanor. And I’d taken her for granted. Well, no more.
“Why can’t you just be honest with me? I don’t care if you and the redhead are a thing. I’m over you. I moved on a long time ago.”
“Now who’s lying, My-la?” The fuck she’d moved on. I’d prove it.
“Get off me.” She pushed against my chest, the fire radiating off her made me more determined to break through her stubborn walls.
“I’m not nor have I ever been with anyone else. That’s the truth. I haven’t fucked another woman since before I met you.” I tugged my boxers down past my hips and watched for her reaction. When her gaze went to my cock, I continued removing them, and she just watched. “Stop me before I plunge into you.”
“I said no. Besides you could have a STD.”
I snorted. “You’re cute.” I’d never been a womanizer, bedding a different woman every night. Roman and Luca slept around but I was confident they had protected themselves. Otherwise, I’d know about the trail of illegitimate kids they fathered. I had kept close tabs on both of my brothers.
She spread her legs. “Put a condom on and don’t wake the baby.”
Christ, she really must’ve been horny.
