Move the Sun (Signal Bend #1)(15)

In that look Isaac felt something shift into place between them; he felt it like a thrill up his spine. He had no idea what it meant. But he grabbed her ponytail and brought her mouth to his, sucking the sweat from her upper lip and then kissing her deeply. But softly. She went with it, kissing him back in kind, her hands moving into his wet hair and holding him close. Suddenly, she pulled back with a little gasp and stared at him, her brow furrowing. She’d felt it, too, he knew.

Something dangerous.

She yanked on his hair. “I thought you were gonna make me scream again. That was the deal, right?”

She kissed him again, biting his lower lip hard at the end. He tasted blood.

“Fuck! Bloodthirsty bitch.” He rolled abruptly, putting her on her back. Then he grabbed her ankles from behind him and held them out wide as he pounded into her, gaining more and more speed with every thrust. If this wasn’t enough for her, then she was just too f*cking much for him.

“Oh, f*ck! Yeah! Yeah! Fuck! Harder!” Harder? Jesus Christ. He found something more to give her.

And then, thank the blessed baby Jesus, she was screaming, her nails embedded in his forearms. She was tight, so tight, around his cock, and he finally, finally, finally let himself go with a long, loud, extremely relieved groan that came through his chest, his throat, his clenched teeth like it was being yanked out of his very cells. He came for f*cking ever.

When it was done, he dropped in a heap on top of her, between her legs. He was still inside her. He was gratified to hear the strain in her breathing, so like his own. At least he’d worn her out, too.

She laughed. “Okay, f*ck. That was fantastic. I won’t doubt you again.”

“See that you don’t.” He kissed her cheek. With a weary sigh—he was wondering about the logic of this kind of exertion, since he hadn’t slept last night and wouldn’t have the chance again until late tonight—he pulled out of her and sort of dropped off her to lie at her side. Normally, he’d be up and getting dressed right now. When he f*cked, he did it at the clubhouse or at the chick’s house, and he did not cuddle.

Cuddling is where complications happened. But he didn’t think he could move.

Plus, he wasn’t done touching her yet.

She rolled to her side and grabbed her phone from the nightstand. “9:30. Does Marie’s stop serving breakfast at some point? Because you owe me eggs and waffles.” She put the phone down and started to roll onto her back again, but Isaac stopped her. Instead, he scooted closer as she lay on her side.

She had a line of text inked up her left side, from her hip to about even with her tits. It wasn’t English.

That and a very pretty, intricate black and grey butterfly, about the size of his fist, on her left shoulder blade were her only tattoos.

He traced the line of text up her side. “Marie’s serves breakfast all day. What does this say?”

She looked back over her shoulder at him and didn’t answer right away. Then she said, “It’s Italian: L’amor che muove il sole e l’altre stelle.” The words in her voice were beautiful; she spoke as if she were fluent in the language.

“That’s beautiful. What’s it mean?” He spread his hand over her hip and rubbed a long oval over her thigh. He could not seem to stop touching her.

“The love which moves the sun and the other stars.” He couldn’t read her expression.

That sounded familiar to him, and he took a second and searched his head. “That’s Dante, right?”

She turned fast, landing on her back. “Yeah. It’s the last line of The Divine Comedy. You know Dante?”

The look on her face was naked shock. That had rattled her. Not the fight last night, not a gun to her head, not him finding her and knowing her name, not the epic f*ck. The fact that he knew Dante—that flattened her. He was offended.

“We hicks do go to school, you know.”

Now her look was skeptical. “You went to a school where you read Dante?”

No, he hadn’t. He grinned. “Well, we used to have a town library, too. I like to read. Always have. I told you, there’s not a lot to do around here. So, why do you have Dante inked into your side?”

“My dad’s favorite book.” Instead of saying more, she got off the bed. “I’m starved. You owe me breakfast. I’m getting in the shower.”

“Want company? I need one, too.” He wiggle his eyebrows at her. “Always good to conserve water— we’re on wells out here.”

She shook her head. “That’s okay. I’ll go fast, leave you some.” She walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

Isaac lay back, feeling like he’d done something wrong and not sure why he cared. But there was some insight there into the mystery that was Lilli. He’d need to work that out. He still had the condom on, now looking sad and deflated on his mostly-soft cock. He pulled it off and went hunting for a place to discard it.

He ended up dropping it in the trash under the kitchen sink.

oOo

Lilli had refused to ride with him, saying she needed to have her car so that she could do errands after breakfast. So she followed him to Marie’s. On the ride, Isaac thought about the events of the past half-day.

Far more eventful than usual, they were.

Jimmy had sacrificed only three fingernails to the truth. Meg had tried a couple of dodges around the facts, but Isaac was nothing if not perceptive, and after Vic pulled the nail from the middle finger of his right hand, with its broken wrist, she’d caved completely, ignoring Jimmy’s frantic head shaking.