Love, Exes, and Ohs (Cactus Creek #4)(28)

“Yes.”

A primitive haze filtered over his vision. He wanted to be her ‘last’ for life. The thought of any man ever touching her again splintering his normally calm control past saving.

He hooked his forearms under her knees and with one long, slow stroke, finally slid home.

Jesus, she was a perfect fit.

“Damn, baby, I forgot how flexible you are.” He spread her wider and plunged even deeper.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

He took another brain-scorching plunge and paused again to calm the hell down.

“Bad for my sanity? Yes. Bad for my lasting longer than a frickin’ minute? Even more so.”

She arched and rippled around him in response to his confession.

And he was lost.

He wrapped her legs around his waist and dragged her wrists up to hold them hostage above her head with one hand.

Then he drove into her so hard she gasped. Instantly, he felt her inner muscles start to pulse around him, drenching him even more in her liquid heat. He bit her shoulder, scraping his teeth along the soft skin of her neck, reveling in the uncontrolled squeeze he felt tighten around his shaft.

Tucking his free arm around her waist, he spread her even wider and buried himself even deeper. Over and over he pumped into her, straining to hold back.

When he felt the telltale signs of her orgasm overtaking her, he fused his mouth to hers and lifted her hips from the bed to take one final deep plunge.

She screamed his name and tightened on him like a silken vise.

He couldn’t move. Buried so deep in her, feeling every trembling pulse of her orgasm like jolts of electricity slamming him over and over again into a crashing wave of pleasure so vast, so all-consuming, he roared over the edge with her until he blacked out.

They didn’t get to their perfect date until nearly midnight.

And it was even more perfect then.





CHAPTER ELEVEN


THE NEXT MORNING, Xoey was still down for the count.

Even the ruckus of Isaac rolling over to turn off the alarm didn’t cause her face-down-in-the-pillow form to stir. With a yawning smile, he propped himself up on his side to bask in the pleasure of waking up next to Xoey after a long night of loving on her.

He missed this.

If it were up to him, he’d never miss it again.

One step at a time, McKnight.

As if feeling his eyes on her, she turned and lifted her head.

Damn. He’d forgotten how beautiful she was in the morning.

And it wasn’t just his north brain that was responding to the sight

Xoey noticed.

“I’m going to…go brush my teeth,” she said quietly as she slipped out of bed.

Isaac sighed, and prepared himself for the battle ahead.

As soon as Xoey finished her marathon fifteen-minute long tooth-brushing session, he tossed her another bag of her clothes. “C’mon, we have to get going before the Asian fusion truck runs out of pastries and dumplings.”

She paused in the middle of dressing.

And he appreciated that immensely.

Blushing, she quickly resumed covering up that gorgeous body, and he watched that busy little brain of hers start grinding away.

Hell no. “Don’t get all up in your head now, sweetheart. I’m hungry, and we have a standing breakfast date at the dog park this morning. So let’s go.”

Surprisingly, she didn’t say a word as she followed him to his truck.

He had no doubt she was just loading up on the ammo, however. He wasn’t worried.

As he pulled into an open stall by the Asian fusion food truck they both preferred, she fired her first shot.

“I feel like bacon doughnuts today.”

A well-aimed missile. Clearly, she was under the impression that this would be a quick scuffle.

He gave her a look. “No you don’t.”

“Are you seriously trying to tell me what I do and don’t want to eat?” Now she looked genuinely annoyed. At this rate, she really would be wanting a bacon doughnut. Then he’d be up a creek without a paddle.

“Fine. We’ll go get you some bacon doughnuts. But first, I’m going to get some Asian pastries and dumplings for myself. Along with some jasmine chai tea.”

“You don’t drink jasmine chai tea.”

He lifted an amused brow. “Are you seriously trying to tell me what I do and don’t drink?” he asked, mirroring her earlier comment almost exactly.

Her jaw snapped shut.

Fifteen minutes later and Xoey was still quiet as a mouse. He pulled into his usual stall at the dog park and hopped out with his food and drink. Xoey did the same.

As they settled down on their bench to eat, he fought back a grin when she gave her bacon doughnut a dirty look before grudgingly eating it.

“So tell me about your date last night, babe.” Two could fire missiles.

And from the looks of it, he’d shocked her to the point of nearly turning the doughnut in her mouth into a projectile bullet.

Xoey turned to him incredulously. “You want me to tell you about my date last night?”

“That is our thing. So how was he? I mean it.”

She narrowed her eyes and he awaited the verbal tongue-lashing he could already see forming. He loved pushing her buttons. Didn’t do it often, but when he did, it was a thoroughly enjoyable form of entertainment.