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Alex grinned into the darkness. The taste of her on his lips was making him greedy for more as he speared his fingers into her hair.
He raised his mouth again to plunder her lips, driven by her hand squeezing, stroking, teasing his hardness. Their passion ignited, their kisses elevating to even more feverish planes. Alex could bear the torture of her hand no longer, and flipped her on to her back in the narrow bed, kicking out of his clothes.
‘Oh.’ Isobella clutched at his shoulders as he settled his naked pelvis against the cradle of hers, his erection pushing against her. His mouth rejoined hers and she dug her fingers into his bare back as his mouth wreaked havoc on her lips, her face, her neck.
The ridge of his hardness taunted her. She squirmed, rubbing herself against him, trying to get closer, trying to ease the ache, the burning between her legs that only he could extinguish.
Alex pushed his hand beneath her shirt, inching it up out of the way as his fingers felt the ridges between each rib. He hit soft satin. ‘I wish I could see you,’ he groaned against her mouth as he kissed down her neck. He wanted to see what her breasts looked like encased in black satin and leopard print, and then he wanted to watch as they fell free into his eager hands, his eager mouth.
Isobella moaned out loud as he pushed the bra cups up out of the way in the general direction of her shirt. His mouth closed over a nipple and she was exceedingly grateful for the eerie blackness. It was the only way this would be possible for her. This way she got to be beautiful in his eyes—not scarred or a victim or a freak. This way she got to be the woman she’d always been underneath. The one who adored fine silks and lace against her skin. Passionate. Desirable. Beautiful.
He moved lower, dropping kisses down the centre of her stomach, his hands still stroking the fullness of her breasts. She felt the heat between her legs crank up even further in anticipation. Her hands raked through his hair, feeling the sensuous glide of his locks against the sensitive pads of her fingers.
He traversed her belly, pressing searing kisses there, and she tensed despite the impossible blackness around her. The scars weren’t raised, and she knew there was no way he could make them out in this light, but years of conditioning had taken their toll.
‘You’re beautiful,’ he murmured against her belly, turning his head to kiss the slope of her hip. He’d known she’d be like this under all those layers—smooth and supple and soft. His body warred with the desire to be inside her. But he wanted to taste every inch of her. He wanted tosee every inch of her, and cursed the darkness.
His mouth reached the bow on her knickers and he laved it with his tongue, torn between ripping it off and undoing it with his teeth. Her scent was driving him wild, and her moans were making him crazy. He hooked his finger under the waistband of her knickers and peeled them off.
‘Alex!’ Isobella cried out as her underwear fell away. She wanted to feel him in her. She needed it. Needed it more than she needed anything. Right now if someone offered her the secret formula she’s been searching for the last two years she’d dismiss it out of hand. Only Alex mattered.
Alex kissed his way back up, stopping to lave her breasts with more attention, pulling her nipples into his eager mouth, wishing he could gaze upon their splendour. Would her nipples be rosy or dusky? And how would they look after he’d worshipped them, all swollen and moist?
She whimpered, and he raised his head to kiss her mouth, swallowing another noise of desperation coming from the back of her throat. He knew how she felt. He was lost in a swirling vortex of pleasure mimicking the cyclone outside, helpless against its pull, at the mercy of its whims.
They were both too needy. It would be too quick. But he didn’t know how to slow it down. His sex nudged hers, and he shuddered as slickness and heat enveloped the head of his throbbing shaft.
Isobella tensed. This was it. The moment she’d been waiting for. She felt a moment’s hesitation. It had been so long. What if she wasn’t…adequate?
Alex’s mouth broke from hers. Pressed against her this intimately, he had sensed her slight recoil. ‘Isobella? What is it?’
Cold feet? Second thoughts? Oh, God! He leant his forehead against hers, struggling to control his breath. He didn’t know how to put this tiger back in its cage.
Isobella too gulped for air, amazed at his ability to interpret even her slight hesitation. She thought about saying nothing, but this close—their foreheads touching, their noses touching, their lips a whisker apart—she couldn’t do it. If ever there was a moment for honesty this was it.
