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“Freddie and Luke are stuck at work for a few more hours.” She stared up at me. “I’m game if you are? We could order some food, maybe some Chinese and then…” She shrugged her shoulders in an innocent fashion. “Then we can see where the evening takes us, I guess.”
I rolled my eyes at her deviousness. “I can see this ending with Freddie kicking my ass,” I muttered to myself. Her tinkling laughter was the only response I had and I noticed that she didn’t outwardly disagree with me.
* * *
After entering the apartment, I set the picnic basket down on the worktop in the kitchen. Before I could turn around Isobel stepped up behind me, pressing herself against my back. She slipped her hands around me and moved her palms slowly up my front as she hugged her body to me.
“Thank you for today,” she whispered. She moved herself closer as she rested her cheek against my back. “It was perfect.”
I moved my arm back and settled it against the back of her thigh, just below her ass cheeks. “Are you ready for the day to end?” I asked her.
She slowly trailed her palms down, not stopping until she was at the buckle of my belt. “What do you think?” she purred. She stepped around me and she didn’t stop until she had slid her small frame between me and the worktop. She flicked her eyes up to mine, looking at me from beneath her eyelashes and the action went straight to my cock. “You want me, Christopher,” she stated confidently.
“You know I do.” I reached down and tucked a loose curl back beneath her ear. “But I just want—”
“I know, I know,” she said, cutting me off. “I swear, I’ve never met a man that was so eager to not have sex,” she muttered, more to herself than to me. She rested her hands on the worktop surface behind her and lifted herself up slowly. Her torso stretched as she lifted her petite frame and I knew it was to fuck with my head and make me break. It appeared that my pretty girl was a vixen.
She parted her legs wide enough for me to fit between them and reached for me. She took my t-shirt in her fist and pulled me toward her, not stopping until I was right where she wanted me. She reached for the buttons on my coat and quickly unfastened them before she was pushing it off me.
I grabbed it, stopping it from falling off my shoulders and set it down on the worktop next to the basket.
“That’s better.” She lifted her legs and wrapped them around my hips and slipped her arms around my shoulders. “Kiss me.” She poked her tongue out and licked her top lip.
I knew that she was attempting to get me to give in and if she kept on doing stuff like that, I knew I would be giving in and dragging her to my bedroom.
“You’re a dangerous woman, Isobel,” I whispered before I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers. This time it was me thrusting my tongue in between her lips and as I swallowed her moan, I made a deal with myself to hear that noise again. I wanted to hear that moan every day that I had her. She had the sexiest fucking moan and I knew one day soon I would be hearing that with my head between her legs as I devoured her delicious taste.
I wrapped my arm around her waist and lifted her off the worktop. She shrieked against my lips as I walked us into the lounge. Her legs tightened around my hips and as I stopped us in front of the sofa, I lowered her feet to the ground and pulled my lips from hers. I lowered myself to the sofa slowly and grinned up at her, noticing how flustered she looked.
I shouldn’t have been cocky at seeing her so flustered but as I went to reach for her, she stepped in between my legs and gave me a sexy smile. She placed her hands on the back of the sofa each side of me and climbed astride me, shocking the hell out of me at how comfortable she was with me to do that.
She ducked her head and pressed her lips to mine and at the same time, she grabbed each of my hands and brought them around to grasp her ass.
“Fuck,” I muttered against her lips. I squeezed her delectable ass cheeks and sat up a little more, the action bringing our bodies closer to each other.
“I love having your hands on me,” she whispered before she flicked her hair back and moved her lips down to my neck. She licked a path up the column of my neck and took my earlobe in between her teeth, nibbling it gently before she sucked it into her mouth, soothing it with her tongue. She quickly moved back to my lips, sucking my bottom lip into her mouth.
“What else do you love?” I asked her. Slow was the agreed speed between us but at the moment, desperation had taken over us and I wanted to hear her voice. I needed to hear it. I wanted to know the effect I had on her.
“I love the way you watch me,” she whispered. She lifted up and surprised the hell out of me by rocking her hips against me, feeling where I was hard for her. “I love the way you treat me, the way that you hold me.” She took my face in her palms and tilted my gaze up to her. Her beautiful eyes shone down at me and I loved that she looked at me like that. She had no walls up with me and I liked that she was so comfortable with me. “I love that you want to go slow but mostly…” She paused for a moment. “I love that you want to get to know me.Reallyget to know me, I mean. Most of all though, I love that you want me as much as I want you.” She ground against me once more and that was all it took to make me snap.
I leaned my body forward, sitting up straighter, needing to be closer to her. I tightened my hand in the back of her hair and pulled her lips down to mine, needing her taste in my mouth and her scent to wrap around me. We were lost in each other. Now we were just two bodies letting our lust and need for each other battle it out. She rocked against me but we were stopped from moving it any further—both of us freezing—at the sound of the lock turning.
Fuck. Please don’t be Freddie.
We both turned and watched as the front door opened and a grinning Luke was standing in the doorway.
“Uh…” Isobel mumbled.
He laughed as he walked in and let the door close behind him.
“Don’t stop on my account,” he joked as he walked into the kitchen.
Isobel quickly scooted back and stood. I wanted to laugh at the wide-eyed expression of panic she shot me.
“What, uh, how was work?” I called before I took her hand and walked us into the kitchen.
He grabbed a few bottles of beer from the fridge, quickly uncapping them and slid two across the worktop to each of us.
