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“She’s got more hockey blood in her than hopeless romantic blood.”
“Are you calling me a hopeless romantic,” she asks with a curled lip, as if the thought is too disgusting to entertain.
“A little bit. Your mom is one, for sure.”
“True,” she agrees. “Your spare room doesn’t have a bed.”
Yeah… I meant to tell her that.
“You can have my bed. I’ll sleep down here.” I plop down on the couch, lying down with my head on her lap. She tenses. It sends a thrill through me, liking that I still affect her. “It’s plenty comfortable.”
“Is it clean?”
“Jesus, Cole. I wouldn’t do that to you. Besides, the only women that have been here are my mother and you.”
“That doesn’t mean you haven’t dirtied them up yourself,” she says. From my vantage point, I can see she’s trying to hide her smirk.
“Oh, that’s happened plenty, but I put fresh sheets on before you got here.” Her smile disappears and her cheeks turn rosy. “You want to help me out with that tonight, Cole?”
Before she has a chance to turn tail and run, I roll over, wrapping my arms around her. It only takes a few maneuvers to get her under me. She doesn’t fight any of it, though her eyes narrow on me with curiosity.
“What the fuck are you doing, Wylder?”
“What the fuck do you want me to be doing, Isla?”
“You think I want you to fuck me?”
“I think you wouldn’t mind if I made you come,” I say, pressing a kiss to the underside of her chin, making her neck stretch. I like the extra access and trail kisses down it while I pull her shirt collar. “I miss the sounds.”
“What sounds?”
“The sounds you make when I taste you and touch you. The sound you make when you break apart for me.” I make it down to the top of her breast before she goes rigid again.
“You weren’t here to hear me when I truly broke apart for you.”
Fuck.
“No, I wasn’t. I should have never let that happen, anyway.” I brace myself up on my forearms so I can see her face, read it as I say the next part. “If you want to do that now, break down again and tell me everything you needed to say to me, then you can. I’ll listen. I’ll take it. It’s my burden to carry.”
Isla’s eyes glisten with the water that starts to pool, the hurt I caused swimming in them.
“That’s not the memory I’m craving to relive right now.”
“What is?”
“I want to remember what it feels like to have you inside me. One last time.”
15
ISLA
Did I just say that?
Fuck, I did. I’m not going to let myself feel bad about it. Others can judge me, but I sure as hell won’t be doing that myself.
It’s true, anyway. I’ve always missed the intimate connection I had with Cillian. No matter how I’ve tried, it isn’t something that I’ve been able to replicate. Not even with Ty. And now, with that body he has no problem showing off, I crave to know what it would be like with him.
One last time.
