Page 120 of A Perfect Fit

I squat down in front of her to undo the straps of her silver heels, glancing up so that our eyes meet. The shoes look amazing on her, but I know her feet are probably tired from wearing them all night.

“Thank you,” she breathes.

When her shoes are gone, I stand up and reach for the strap of her dress. “May I?”

“Yes,” she gasps. “Take it off. Take everything off.”

A low chuckle vibrates from my throat, and I don’t waste time in removing the pieces of fabric in the way. Her dress. Her strapless bra and underwear. My shirt, pants, socks, and boxers.

At the sight of Isabelle’s bare body, my mouth turns dry. She turns me on so much it’s almost painful, but fuck, she’s so perfect.

A blush paints her cheeks as her gaze dips down to my body, and she reaches out a hand, but I stop her before she can touch me.

“Not yet,” I say, dropping my voice to a lower tone. “Let me make you feel good first.”

I take her to my bed, laying her down on the mattress, my heart pounding in my chest like a jackhammer. Her breath hitches as she glances at me through her long eyelashes. I climb on top of her, relishing the feeling of her soft, bare skin against mine.

She consumes me. All of me.

I trail a line of kisses from her jawline to her neck, collarbone, and chest. My mouth explores her body reverently, like it’s something sacred—because to me, it is. I want to memorize every inch and detail. The beauty mark on her chest. The curve of her hip. The stretch marks on her thighs.

The fact that she’s comfortable sharing her body with me is something I’ll never take for granted.

Her heightened breaths linger in the air, and I pause every now and then to glance up at her gorgeous face. I want to make sure this is pleasurable for her, that she’s enjoying this as much as I am.

When I reach her core, I’m completely undone, fueled by a primal need to make her feel so goddamn good. Isabelle’s fingers tug at my hair as she softly moans my name and cries for more, and I do just that, reveling in the sensation and taste of her. The bedroom rapidly fading around us, I’m caught in a lavender haze I don’t ever want to leave.

Isabelle’s back arches off the bed as she reaches her climax, and I wait a few moments for her breathing to ease before brushing a kiss against her lips.

She stares at me, eyes hazy, lips swollen, and hair sprawled out on the pillow, looking so ethereal, like a goddess. It’s an image that will be permanently etched in my mind.

“I want to go all the way,” she says.

“Are you sure?” I ask.

Isabelle nods.

“The number of times I’ve fantasized about tonight,” I murmur, grabbing a condom from my nightstand drawer. “You have no idea.”

She lets out a laugh. “I guess tonight’s the night your dirty dreams come true.”

I tear off the foil and roll on the condom. There’s anticipation lingering on Isabelle’s gorgeous face, but I can sense there are some nerves, too.

“Are you nervous?”

I want to make sure she’s a hundred percent comfortable before we go ahead.

“A little.” Isabelle hesitates. “It’s … been a while since I’ve done this.” Her eyes meet mine, and I see the desire in them, real and undisguised. “But I want this so much. I want you, Jackson.”

A lump forms in my throat at her last words and the conviction in them. “I want you so much, baby. I’m going to go slow at first, okay?”

Isabelle nods, and I finally close the remaining distance between us, instantly letting out a groan. She feels so incredible. So mine.

“Does this feel okay?” I ask, my voice ragged.

“It’s perfect,” she says, voice breathless.

I’ve always cared about a woman’s pleasure, but in the past, sex revolved merely around the physical act. With Isabelle, there’s extra layers of intimacy, connection, and vulnerability I’ve never experienced before, something so raw and beautiful.