Love, Exes, and Ohs (Cactus Creek #4)(27)

“I’ve missed you so goddamn much, Xoey.” His words grated out of him, rough and raw, just seconds before he claimed her mouth in another whirlwind kiss.

Feeling his heartbeat pick up under her fingers, she looked down, watching in fascination as his entire body reacted to her exploring all the broad, sexy muscles that filled out his shirt. It was like seeing another aspect of him he normally kept in tight control, now tensing and hardening from even the lightest touch. Her touch.

Gentle rough fingers caught her chin and tilted her face up to his again. With a throaty groan so deep she felt it rumble alive across his chest, he dipped down to steal another white-hot kiss.

He was tempting her beyond belief, scorching her senses, decimating her doubts. Rational caution eluded her.

In this moment, all she knew was that she wanted his kiss like her now oxygen-deprived brain wanted her next breath.

Desperately.

And yet it was Isaac who went down on his knees in naked reverence. His hands shaped the curves of her belly before slipping down to her hips and dragging her closer to his mouth.

He dipped his head down and pushed the edge of her shirt up with his teeth, his lips burning a path of fire over her naked skin. Slowly. Until her shirt was a memory of cotton on the floor and his teeth were gently tugging on her belly ring.

It was a silent promise of more pleasure, and absolutely zero control.

She went willingly.

Tendrils of heat sizzled down her spine, pebbling her nipples, making her arch into him as he finally stopped torturing her, and slid his mouth up to draw first one hard nipple into the heat of his mouth. And then the other.

A moan seeped out past her lips, barely louder than a whisper, but the sound seemed to galvanize him. He bolted back up to his feet and slammed her body flush against his as he pulled her into another drugging kiss and swiftly undid the button of her jeans.

The denim slipped down her legs seemingly by the force of sheer desire alone.

He traced his lips across her cheek, and up to her ear, “I’ve missed this, sweetheart. I’ve missed how insanely responsive you are to me. How you tremble, and cry out, and downright burn for me.”

As the erotic whisper melted her insides, his erection, hot and hard against her, nudged against the lace of her panties. His hands latched onto her hips, and he held her in place—the picture of rough, masculine, barely-tempered control—as he rocked his hard length against her core.

Even through the thick fabric of his jeans, she knew the instant he realized how wet she was.

“Son of a bitch.”



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HE WAS LOSING CONTROL, and fast. Losing himself in those otherworldly eyes of hers, peering up at him under long russet lashes.

God, she was beautiful.

A forest nymph with startlingly unique, multiethnic features and a smooth waterfall of rich, dark hair he loved burying his hands in.

Not to mention a sexy diamond-studded navel piercing that drove him crazy, and sleek, feminine curves he couldn’t get enough of.

He put his lips to her ear and whispered roughly, “I'm not taking my chances waiting for you anymore, baby.” His fingers skimmed down her hips, and sent her panties falling to a puddle at her feet.

When she moved to step out of them, he felt his restraint slip another dangerous notch. Catching her hips to hold her steady, he fell to his knees and pressed one gentle kiss on her mound, dipping his tongue to trace over the spot he’d discovered once that made her tremble.

It still did.

“Isaac.”

He snapped.

Picking her up in his arms, he carried her to the bedroom and laid her on the mattress, ripping off his shirt and shedding his jeans at the same time.

The naked appreciation in her eyes was his final undoing.

Condom in place in record time, he dropped a knee onto the bed and slowly pushed her thighs apart. “So beautiful.”

Her eyes fluttered closed and she arched up toward his mouth as he pressed kisses up the sexy midline of her body.

“Open your eyes, baby. Let me see you.”

Seeing those gorgeous eyes of her, dazed with lust was like throwing kerosene on a fire.

He sank into her slowly, his hands gripping her hips, his eyes watching his length disappear inside her. Jaw clenched, he used every mental tactic he could summon to keep from simply plunging into her without any semblance of control.

Dammit, she was mind-wreckingly tight.

Pulling back, he thrust again, deeper this time, but still not deep enough. Barely, just barely, he kept a ruthless grip on his restraint, even though every cell in his body demanded he bury himself in her so deeply, she would never be able to let him go again

Breathing harsh, muscles thick and tense, he slid a thumb between her thighs, and instantly felt her drench him in liquid heat.

Finally.

Drawing back, he drove into her again, straight to the hilt.

At her gasp of pleasure bordering on pain, he jerked to a standstill. “Sweetheart? Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she exhaled, a long, jagged breath. “It’s just been a while.”

He continued to stare at her, now unable to move until he knew the answer to one vital question. “How long?”

She gazed up at him and answered softly, “Over a year.”

The meaning behind her words made a fireball of possessive, possessed lust burn through his veins, overtake his heart. “I was the last?”