Oh.Happy to sidestep the interrogative bomb Isaac just threw out, I mumble, “That’s a fair compromise.”
“Talking about weddings…” He pivots me around, then guides me toward our car just as Callie’s head comes to rest on my shoulder. She isn’t sleeping. She’s exhausted from playing with Joel and his cousins all day. “… didn’t we have an appointment to plan ours today during brunch?”
He’s right, but that was before I knew about Hugo’s plan. “In all fairness, I sent my text before I discovered Hugo had invited us to brunch. It’s ill-mannered to discuss a wedding at a post-wedding celebration.”
Isaac arches a brow sardonically. “More than scheming to get two strangers together?”
“Did you see their connection, Isaac? Gosh.”
I almost swoon. That might have more to do with Isaac carefully removing Callie from my arms to place her in her car seat than anything. We’re not in one of the flashy sports cars Isaac usually gets around in. We’re in a top-of-the-line, highest-rated safety SUV on the market.
Once he has Callie buckled in, Isaac pivots on his heels to face me. The air sucks from my lungs from the sheer closeness of his unbelievably gorgeous face. “I saw the sparks, Isabelle, but they’re two very broken people—”
“Not any more than we were and look at us now.” His eyes are as commanding as ever, but they have a hint of understanding in them, or is it love? Both are on par with the other when it comes to me. “If it weren’t for Harlow and Cormack scheming to get us together, we may have never got here, Isaac. We can’t force Hawke and Gemma’s connection, but we can encourage them to explore it.”
A brick lodges in my throat when Isaac’s eyes narrow into thin slits. “What do you mean Harlow and Cormack plotted to get us together?”
When my wide, terrified eyes stray to Harlow’s, she spots the urgency in them, but instead of coming to my rescue, she shoves Cormack into the back of a stretch limousine before climbing in after him.Traitor!
Once their transportation of choice is nothing but a speck on the horizon, I swallow the brick in my throat, then devote my focus back to Isaac. He has a sexy-as-sin smirk on his face. It’s all types of wicked, and it has my knees knocking, but that doesn’t mean I can tread lightly. The most savage wolves have the most devastating faces.
My raging heart is heard in my suggestion. “Should we discuss this more over dinner?”
To ensure his reply is heard over his ticking jaw, Isaac raises his voice a few decibels. “Will our meal be served on you?” He appears angry, but his question reveals he’s not mad enough not to rock my world as he does every night.
Feeling playful, I delve my tongue out to replenish my lips. Isaac watches its track like a missile locked on its target. “If you accepted Mrs. Marshall’s offer for Callie to have a sleepover, I would have said yes. Now—”
“I’ll settle for dessert.” He opens my car door for me, only just missing my smile. Well, so I thought. “And don’t think you won’t pay for your tease, Isabelle. If I didn’t need hours, I’d take you over my knee right now.”
14
Isabelle
Love does more than dominate.
It cultivates as well.
My torso jolts off the mattress as a purr-like moan rumbles up my chest. The slight thump of my head exposes sunrise is still hours away. Although Isaac and I went to bed late, not a single regret is felt when the reason for my sudden awakening dawns on me.
Isaac’s head is between my thighs, and he’s bombarding my sex with hungry, wanton licks. He has awoken me in this manner many times the past seven months. It grows more glorious with each one I’m awarded.
As the pulse between my legs intensifies, I weave my fingers through Isaac’s magnificently thick hair. I’m not just advising him I’m alert and aware of what is happening, I’m holding his mouth hostage to my pussy, endlessly greedy when it comes to him.
“Good morning, Isabelle.”
I don’t get a chance to respond to the delicious rasp hindering his voice every morning. His velvety soft tongue is flicking my aching clit, sinking me deeper into the mattress. My womb tenses violently as my thighs begin to shake.
The control he has over my body is so wondrous, not even the three orgasms I succumbed to last night weakens the intensity of the zap roaring through me when he sucks my clit into his mouth.
Worry blisters my skin when Isaac fails to graze his teeth over the throbbing bud. Usually, that’s the final push I need to fall into ecstasy. If he’s not doing that, it can only mean one thing. He is withholding my orgasms.Oh no!
His threat yesterday was on my mind long after Callie had been bathed, fed, and placed into bed. Isaac doesn’t hand out threats halfheartedly. If you get one, expect it to be filled soon after he hands it to you. That’s why I was surprised when our night went off without a hitch.
He was the usual, attentive lover he always is, and he blew my mind in more ways than one. I thought that was because we finally agreed on a day to wed. It’s much further in the future than Isaac would have liked, but with his busy schedule, my new position, Callie’s December birthday, and Christmas, March 5 was the only suitable time. Although it’s a long time away, I’ve got plans in the works to make it not seem so long.
A relieved sigh parts my lips when Isaac fixates his eyes with mine over my swollen-with-need breasts. His heavy-lidded gaze reveals he isn’t punishing me. He’s just not ready for me to come just yet.
I find out why when he murmurs over my pussy lips, “I want you to come while riding my cock. I need to feel your squeezes, and for you to milk me dry before we’re shoved into a sardine can where I’ll smell how aroused you are but not be able to taste you for hours.”
