Page 76 of Hired Husband

He smiled, took another step toward me, and snaked an arm around my waist before pulling me tight against his chest. “Relax, baby. Joseph isn’t here. He’s still out with Zara, enjoying all the amenities the ship has to offer. She insisted.”

Relief spiraled through me and I leaned into him, smiling. “She’s going to eat him alive.”

“Nah. He’s exactly where he wants to be.” Isaac’s eyes fluttered shut as he drew me even closer. “And now, so am I.”

“Then come with me,” I whispered, curling the fingers of my free hand into his shirt and pulling him toward my suite. “If he’s not even there, why did you wait for me to come to you?”

He laughed and kicked my door shut behind him, not letting go of me for a second as he pushed me into the room. “Sometimes, it’s nice to feel wanted.”

My lips pursed and I slid both arms around his neck, toying with the hair at the back of his head. “Oh, you know you’re wanted. You just thought it’d be nice to be chased, huh?”

He shrugged and lowered his head to seal his mouth over mine. “As long as it’s you doing the chasing.”

As soon as the words were out, he claimed my lips in a searing kiss and I melted into him, desperately trying not to read too much into what he’d said. It was vital I kept my head on straight when it came to him and what we were to each other, but unfortunately, said head was already halfway gone.

It had handed over the reins to my body and worse, my heart, which was pounding like crazy as Isaac pushed me down on my bed. My back sank a little into the soft mattress, goosebumps breaking out across my skin when he lowered himself down on top of me.

As always, Isaac’s kisses drove me wild, making my back arch and my nipples ache for his touch. He slid a hand up my side as if he sensed my desperation, his palm flat and warm against my ribs. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers tightening in his hair.

“Isaac.” My thoughts blurred when he cupped my breast in one of his hands and broke our kiss to drag his lips along the column of my throat. He kept going lower, pressing kisses to my collarbones and my shoulders over my shirt before sucking a nipple into his mouth.

Through the fabric of my shirt, he gave me a light nip and I moaned again, running my hands down the length of his back to pull his shirt off over his head. He let go of me just to lift his arms. Then his hands were on me again, big, warm, and rough enough to mean he hadn’t spent the last month in front of a computer in a fancy office.

When I felt those slight calluses, I shivered, reminded of exactly who he was. Isaac was meant to be out there, literally getting his hands dirty on construction sites. He hadn’t been built for suits and boardrooms, but as things stood, that was precisely where he was headed.

My heart cracked just a little at the thought and I wrapped my legs around his hips, sliding down underneath him to capture his lips with my own. He grunted in surprise but then groaned and kissed me deeper, crawling back up until his hips were cradled between mine.

I felt him then, rock hard under his sweats, but he had never pushed me and he didn’t do it now either, ignoring his own obvious need in favor of sating mine. Even as I thought it, he ran a hand to the waistband of my panties, trying to angle himself off me so he could reach between my legs, but I tightened my grip on him, letting him know he was staying exactly where he was.

It didn’t matter that I was burning for him to touch me. I wanted his fingers where he’d been about to put them more than just about anything else in the world, but I also wanted him right there with me, so instead, I rolled my hips, grinding against him and feeling him shudder at the same time I moaned.

Pleasure sparked through me, knots of tension already coiling in my stomach, but I didn’t stop, kissing him hard as I rubbed him through the thin cotton between us. His breathing grew ragged, his movements becoming a little more frantic before he suddenly reached for my shirt.

As if he had the urge to just rip it off, he tugged it up all the way to my shoulders and I lifted them slightly just in time for the fabric to pass. My bra went next. Every move he made was a little jerkier as my hips kept working against him. I could already feel a thin layer of sweat breaking out across my body, my toes starting to curl as that tension knotted tighter. Isaac moaned and crashed his mouth back into mine, kissing me deeply as he peeled my pants and panties off next, kicking them away once they were out of reach.

Thankfully, the sweats made it easy for me. I pushed both garments down, careful to lift the front over his erection before I hooked my foot into the elastic and kicked. Seconds later, we were both naked, breathing hard as he settled into position again.

The second I felt his broad tip against my folds, I cried out. The heat of him, with nothing between us, was so intoxicating that I almost did something stupid. Isaac, however, trembled before he stilled, those eyes twin blue flames. “I don’t have a condom.”

“I do.” I grinned at him. “A girl’s got to be prepared, right?”

“Especially if she plans on kidnapping a guy in the middle of the night,” he teased, but his voice was husky, his lips swollen, and those eyes heavy-lidded. “Where are they?”

“That’s the bad news.” I grimaced. “They’re in my vanity case in the bathroom.”

He groaned, his eyes sliding shut before he drew in a deep breath and nodded. “Right. Of course. I’ll be back.”

Still panting, I propped myself up on my elbows, watching him slide off the bed and get up to walk his fine, tight ass to the bathroom. His cock bobbed with every step, so hard that it looked angry.

Once he disappeared into the bathroom, I heard a zipper opening as he searched the vanity case. I exhaled a deep breath and let my head drop back. With him gone now, even if just for a moment, I realized how insane it was that my brain abandoned me the way it did whenever he was touching me. No man had ever made me lose control like that, but Isaac made logic, reason, and restraint check themselves at the door. I’d never let anyone affect me that way. It probably should’ve scared me but I felt strangely at peace with it.

Like logic, reason, or restraint weren’t necessary when I was with him because I was safe, seen, and understood. More importantly, I felt like there was no need to hide, fake it, or push him away.

When he reappeared, he was holding the whole box of condoms, the wrapping already off. “You ready?”

“So ready.” I glanced down at his cock again, my lips parting when I saw the shiny wetness on his tip and the thick veins bulging around his shaft. “It looks like you are, too.”

“Just looking at you makes me ready to explode.” He dropped his gaze pointedly to my pussy, and instead of closing my legs or whatever else I would have done in the past to stop a man from finding out how much I wanted him, I found myself spreading my legs a little wider. Isaac groaned and swiped a hand over his face. “Fuck, Jasmine.”