“Touch me.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice. My hands stroked up her sides, caressing the dip of her waist, and then up and over her ribs before cupping her breasts over the lace. She was more than enough to fill my hands. “See? Perfect.”
She laughed, then kissed me, and I lost myself—and every good intention I’d had—in the taste of her mouth, the sound of her little moans, the feel of her nipples hardening beneath the fabric under the stroke of my thumbs.
I licked and sucked a path down her throat and across her collarbone, then grasped her ass with one hand and lifted her slightly so my teeth could test the buds of her nipples. The lace was too thick for what I needed, what I craved. I tugged one cup down and savored the sound of her soft cry as I sucked the peak into my mouth.
“Nate!” Her fingernails bit into my shoulders.
My dick strained at my zipper, but I was thankful for the barrier. It kept me in check as I moved to the other breast, exposing it so I could give it the same treatment. “So sensitive,” I said against her skin as she shuddered.
“Or maybe I only respond like this for you,” she replied, her voice all breathy and sexy as hell.
I didn’t want anyone else touching her like this.
Mine. Fate, God, whatever energy ruled the universe had brought her to me. And she. Was. Mine.
Except she wasn’t. There was a reason we shouldn’t be doing this, but I couldn’t remember what it was.
I shoved that thought aside, kissing her deep, then banding my arm around her back and flipping us so she was underneath me. Bad idea. My hips settled into the cradle of hers like they’d been created to fit mine.
Her hands stroked down my back, then tugged up my shirt and took the same path along my bare skin. My common sense fled as I rocked against her, eliciting the sweetest moan I’d ever heard.
“Again,” she demanded, sliding her hands to my ass.
I pressed a hot kiss to her throat and gave her what we both wanted. White-hot need raced down my spine. Kissing her felt like I was sixteen again, with no control, no experience, just blind, primal want.
“Tell me what you need,” I said between kisses as I moved down her neck to her breasts, flicking my tongue over the peaks one at a time.
“I want you to touch me,” she said, arching up for my mouth as I rolled my hips against hers again. There was too much space between us. Too many clothes. Which was a good thing . . . if I could just remember why.
“Tell me how.” I wanted the words as I pressed my mouth to the sensitive skin beneath her breasts and then the hollow just under her ribs, where her stomach planed, kissing every line of the scars from the plane crash.
“Or you could tell me how you want to touch me,” she challenged, smiling even as her back bowed the closer I got to the button of her jeans.
I lifted my head and met her gaze. “I want to unzip your pants and slide my fingers between these sweet thighs to see just how wet you are for me.”
Her lips parted and her eyes glazed.
“And then I want to dip those fingers inside you so I can stroke and tease.” My hand moved across the waistband of her jeans, and I watched her for any sign of hesitation. “But I’m going to need you to tell me that’s what you want.” Her dilated pupils and stuttered breaths weren’t enough.
I wasn’t going to screw this up over a lack of clear communication or push her further than she wanted to go.
“That’s exactly what I want,” she said, covering my hand with hers and putting it right over the button.
Fuck yes.
Eyes locked with hers, I flicked open the button and drew the zipper down.
She nodded, tugging her lower lip between her teeth.
The motion snapped my self-control, and I rose up over her, sucking the tender curve free, then kissing her breathless. She sucked my tongue into her mouth as my fingers slid under the lace of her underwear, and I groaned.
She felt like heaven, hot, slick, and softer than satin.
“You’re so fucking wet that you could take all of me in a single thrust.” I circled her clit with my middle finger, and her back bowed again.
“Nate!” She pushed her hips against my hand.
The sound of my name like that on her lips made my dick throb.
Make her do it again.
“So hot,” I whispered with another kiss, sliding a finger inside her. “I bet you’d burn me alive.” It would be a hell of a way to go.
I trembled like a teenager at the feel of her heat, the way her muscles clamped down tight around my finger as I stroked in and out as I watched her, cataloging exactly what made her gasp, and what made her hips swivel for more.
“Oh my God,” she moaned, her fingers digging into my back with a bite of pleasure when I pumped a second finger into her, wishing it was my cock.
I wasn’t a stranger to lust, but this was something else entirely. I’d never lived for the sound of a woman’s gasp, never had my next breath depend on hers, never been so focused on her pleasure that mine didn’t matter. My world narrowed to Izzy. I didn’t just want her to come; I needed her to.
My thumb stroked her clit, working her relentlessly as my fingers curled after every thrust, hitting over and over at the spot that made her hips jerk upward and her breath catch.
“Beautiful, Isabeau.” I kissed her softly as her thighs locked, then quivered. “You’re so beautiful.” It only took a little more pressure from my thumb, and she danced to the edge of her orgasm. I felt it in her quick inhales, the squeeze of her inner muscles around my fingers, and the tightening of her body under mine.
“Nate . . .” She rocked back into my fingers, riding my hand, seeking out what she needed, and I pressed my dick into her thigh to keep from stripping off what clothes she had left and taking her.
I couldn’t take her.
She’d never forgive me because she didn’t know—
Her back bowed and she cried out as she came, her walls fluttering against my fingers, her back arching over and over.
Watching her come undone and knowing I’d been the one to take her there was the highlight of my entire fucking life.
I buried my face in her neck, kissing her soft skin and inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume as I eased her down. Only when she fell limp underneath me did I slide my fingers from the warmth of her body and kiss her mouth one last time before sitting up.
I’d remembered exactly why going any further would make me an asshole.
She looked at me through hazy eyes and sat up with me, reaching for my jeans.
“We can’t.” I flew off the couch like it was on fire and nearly tripped over the coffee table. Smooth.
“Why not?” She arched a brow and glanced meaningfully at my dick. “I’m not blind, and you clearly want to.”