“Who did all of this?” she cried as she raced across the room and flung open the doors to the large walk in closet. It was so big that she could easily have put a twin bed in it.
Isabelle laughed with delight as she ran across the room and thrust the door to the bathroom open. She froze for a moment, her breath catching in her throat beforeshesquealedin delight. The walls had been sponge painted a soft rose, and light dovegray. A large Jacuzzi tub, that she had neveraskedto have, had been installed. Her eyes widened in surprise as she rushed over to hop in it. She sprawled out for a moment, amazed that all of her fit within it, before hopping back out to take in the rest of the room. There was a shower stall next to the tub with a beaded glass door. The counter was the soft marble green that she had ordered, but it enclosed two sinks, instead of just one. Her smile grew even bigger as she realized that Stefan was the one that had made the changes, and seen to the room being finished.
Stefan watched in amusement as she ran back into the room and jumped onto the large bed. “You like it?”
She beamed at him as she swung her arms over her head and jumped up to hit the ceiling. “I love it! I absolutely love it! Did you do all of it!?”
He smiled as he moved slowly toward her. She stopped jumping on the bed,watchingbreathlessly as he approached with a predatory gleam in his eyes. She smiled down at him, planting her hands on his hips as he stopped before her. “Your mom painted the bathroom. I don’t have the patience for that sponging thing.”
She laughed happily as she bounced up and down. “And the bed?”
“I couldn’t resist it.”
“Really?” she asked with a raisedeyebrow and a bright gleam in her eyes.
He smiled up at her as she moved slowly toward him. Her eyes were bright with happiness and laughter, the smile on her facewasbreathtaking. She was absolutely beautiful, and at that moment he would have given her the world if she had asked him too, just to see her this happy forever. He had made sure that the room was done the way she wanted it, so that he could see the smile that was on her face now. Of course, he had added a few little details of his own, especially the tub.
“All I could do wasimaginethe things that I was going to do to you in this bed,” he said hoarsely.
Heat suffused her from head to toe as her body grew taut with anticipation. “And who said you were going to be sharing it with me?” she inquired teasingly.
Although he knew that she was teasing, her words caused something primal to surge forth. He seized hold of her waist, lifted her off the bed, and dropped her on it. She cried out in surprise as he braced his arms beside her head, and leaned over her. “I do,” he grated.
She stared breathlessly up at him, momentarily shocked by the fierceness in his gaze. He looked very dark and dangerous as his eyes burned into hers, and his jaw clenched. She hadn’t meant to make him upset, but she obviously had, and she didn’t understand why. She smiled sweetly as she gently stroked his cheek, trying to soothe the savage look from his face. He softened at her touch, but there was still a predatory gleam in his eyes that she knew well.
“Stefan,” she breathed.
He brushed the hair gently off her neck, his eyes latchedonto it as they flashed violently. A shiver of fear and desire tore through her as she struggled to breathe. “Do you know what we are Isabelle?” he demanded raggedly.
Her lips parted as she scanned his face anxiously. She knew what they were, and how she felt about him, but she hadn’t been sure if he knew yet. She sure as hell didn’t know how he felt about her, and she wasn’t about to tell him anything if he didn’t feel the same way. His eyes came back to hers, hard and turbulent. Her hand began to tremble on his cheek as her heart seemed to swell to the point of bursting.
“Do you?” she asked softly.
His mouth quirked in a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Yes, I do.” Her breath froze in her lungs as tears sprang instantly to her eyes. “You may have denied it in the beginning, you may even be trying to deny it still, but you will accept it.Now.”
She would have laughed over his command, except the look in his eyes, and his words, had left her momentarily speechless. She swallowed heavily as her hand fell away from his face. “Do you realize what you’re saying?” she asked quietly.
“Yes, I do,” he grated. “Do you understand what I’m telling you? You need to come to terms with this.”
Isabelle laughed softly as emotions so fierce, and stunning, blazed forth. His eyes darkened and flashed dangerously. She realized that he didn’t understand that she wasn’t laughing at him, but because she was joyously happy. “I have,” she assured him quickly.
He studied her for a moment, his face intense. Slowly the animosity in his body began to ease, and a soft smile curved his sensual mouth. “Good.”
He kissed her softly, a butterfly caress that caused her heart to race, and her body to melt. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him lightly back, savoring in the feel of his hard mouth against hers. When he licked lightly at her lips she parted them willingly to accept his eager, hot invasion.
Isabelle lost herself to the sensation of his mouth, and body, as he moved over her, tasting her, feeling her. Somewhere along the way, their clothes disappeared. She relished in the feel of his warm skin, and hard, taut muscles as he slid over her, caressing her. The course hair that covered his broad chest amazed her as she lightly ran her fingers through it, marveling in the differences between his body, and hers. She circled his nipples, nipping, and licking at them until they hardened beneath her ministrations.
Stefan slid his hands slowly over satiny skin, mesmerizing every curve, every hollow. He left a trail of kisses down her neck, over her ribcage, before seizing on one of her quivering, hard nipples. Isabelle gasped softly, arching further into him as he drew her into his mouth, nibbling lightly on it as if it were the sweetest berry in the world, which to him, it was. Her hands tightened upon his back as glorious, erotic gasps escaped her.
He slid steadily lower, dropping kisses over her flat stomach before dipping in to taste her tiny navel. She squirmed beneath him, her breath coming faster as her hips instinctively lifted to him, seeking his invasion, his possession. Stefan stood swiftly, Isabelle groaned at the loss of contact, but he seized hold of her hips andpulledher to the edge of the bed. She gasped in surprise as he knelt on the floor before her, using his hands to separate the thighs that she instinctively tried to close.
“Stefan!”
His smile was sly and sensual as he dropped soft kisses along her inner thigh, his tongue leaving a blazing trail that set her on fire, and melted any resistance she would have made. Hypnotized, she watched in breathless anticipation as his dark head bent between her legs. She gasped;her hands curledtightly into the quilt as he parted her soft folds and began to taste her. The wickedness of what he was doing, and the delicious sensations that it arose, drove her nearly mad. She arched wildly against him as he drove his tongue deeper.
Stefan was certain that he had never tasted anything as sweet as her. She was like molten lava, and honey, rolled into one. Her hands released the sheets to curl into his hair, pulling him tighter against her. A feeling of utter triumph came over him as she yielded everything to him. He began to urge her faster, plummeting deeply in and out as her gasps became more frantic, and she began to whither with unbridled abandon upon the bed. He reached up to knead her breasts as he used his thumb to gently stroke the quivering bud between her thighs that was begging for his attention.
She bucked against him, a savage cry escaping her as her hands tightened painfully in his hair. He ignored it as he savored in the taste of her. Ignored it as he absorbed the tremors that rocked and seized her.
