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She moans her displeasure.
I chuckle.
“So impatient,” I say as I hook my fingers into the sides of her panties and slowly slide the silk barrier down her thighs.
Her legs fall open.
I sit there, looking down at her reverently. She’s totally exposed to me and so damn ready.
I glide a finger through her wetness before I kick my jeans off. I slide on a condom and come back on top of her.
She rakes her fingernails down my back as I find her entrance and slowly move inside.
“Finally,” she gasps.
We keep a slow-building pace. Her eyes never leave mine—until my control snaps and I can no longer hold back. She locks her knees to my sides as my hips drive urgently in and out.
She rises to meet my thrusts as I try to hold off the burning sensation that’s crawling up my spine. Sweat beads at my brow as I cling to the thread of control until an explosion of pleasure sweeps her up. She scores her nails down my back as she dives off the cliff, and I cover her mouth with mine to swallow her muffled cries until she is panting and sated.
Then, I let go and follow her into the deep end.
Sela
Abeeping noise drags me from a glorious dream.
I roll to the side and hit something hard and warm.
Opening one eye, I look up into Isaac’s amused face.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he says.
“You’re still here,” I rasp.
His hand comes up and sweeps my hair behind my ear. “Yep. Although I do need to head back to the inn before Cobie misses me,” he says.
I sit up and look around the room. “What is that noise?” I ask.
“I think it’s your phone’s alarm,” he replies.
“What time is it?”
He leans forward, snags his jeans from the floor, and finds his phone. “Seven.”
I raise my arms above me and stretch, but Isaac grabs my wrist and twists to pin me to the pillow.
“You want to come have breakfast with us?” he asks as he kisses my neck.
“Mmm, I wish I could, but I have a meeting with the mayor in an hour, and then I’m taking Dawn to the ice-skating rink,” I tell him as my eyes flutter close, and I enjoy the feel of his tongue on my skin.
“Ice skating,” he repeats.
“Yep. You want to meet us? You can bring Cobie, and I can snap some photos of you on the ice,” I suggest.
He shakes his head. “I document the story. I’m not a part of the story.”
“That’s sad. What would happen if you did become part of it?” I ask.
He lifts his head. “I have no idea. I’ve never wanted to be part of it before.”
