“Oh—”
“Good?”
“Yes.”
He lavishes attention on one breast, then the other, until the fabric is soaked through and I’m writhing beneath him. His hands are on my waist, my hips, sliding down to the waistband of my pants.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he says, fingers hovering. “At any point. I need to hear it.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“Isadora—”
“Please.”
The word undoes him. His fingers make quick work of the button, the zipper, and then he’s peeling the fabric down my legs and I’m lying beneath him in nothing but my bra and underwear.
His gaze travels over me slowly, reverently. “I knew it.”
“Knew what?”
“That you’d be perfect.” He traces a line from my knee to my hip, watching goosebumps rise in his wake. “Every inch of you.”
“I’m not?—”
“Don’t.” He leans down, pressing a kiss to my stomach. “Don’t argue with me about this. You’re perfect. End of discussion.”
I don’t know how to respond to that. No one has ever looked at me the way he’s looking at me now—like I’m something precious, something worth cherishing.
His fingers hook under the edge of my underwear. “Yes?”
“Yes.”
He pulls them down slowly, and I resist the urge to close my legs, to hide. His sharp intake of breath tells me everything I need to know.
“Isadora.” His voice is barely recognizable. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
Then his mouth is on me, and I stop thinking entirely. His tongue traces patterns I can’t follow, finding every sensitive spot, every nerve ending. My hands fist in his hair, and I’m making sounds I’ve never made before—broken, desperate sounds that I should be embarrassed by but can’t bring myself to care about.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against me. “Let me hear you.”
He adds a finger, sliding inside me with torturous slowness, and my back arches off the couch.
“Mal—”
“You’re so wet.” Another finger joins the first, stretching me deliciously. “So ready. Have you been thinking about this?”
“Yes—”
“How long?”
“Weeks—” I gasp as he curls his fingers. “Since the first time we—oh?—”
“Since the first time we what?”
“Danced.” I can barely form words. “Every time you touched me, I?—”
“You what?”
