Move the Sun (Signal Bend #1)(59)
She stood and walked to him. She was so goddamn beautiful, her long, dark ponytail over her shoulder, her jeans snug on her hips but not too tight to restrict their sway, just the barest inch of perfect belly peeking out from under her t-shirt. She stopped right in front of him and took his hands in hers, easing them from the fists he hadn’t realized he was clenching.
“There’s a plan. It’s the best plan we’ve got, I think. Whether it works or not, we won’t know until Hobson is back. That means we have two weeks, right? So let’s set it aside. It might be the last two weeks we’ve got.”
“No way, Lilli. No way. It’ll work. Has to.” He couldn’t even contemplate what she was suggesting could happen in two weeks.
“Okay, then. We’ll have more time. But just in case, let’s take this time. Okay?” She put a hand on his cheek, stroking her fingers through his beard. It was a frequent caress, and it calmed him. He leaned into her hand.
“You can do that?”
She smiled. “Sure. You learn that on the front lines, love. Don’t take out an advance on trouble.”
He looked into her eyes. To call them grey was insufficient, but he had no better word. He’d tried to think of a metaphor for the color, but had failed. The best he’d come up with was the color of the sky on an overcast day, but he’d be damned if he said something so florid out loud. They were beautiful. Bright. They glittered when she smiled. “God, I love you, Sport.”
“And I love you.” She grabbed his belt buckle and pulled it loose. “Show me how you love me.”
He’d been hard since she put her hand on his face. Now, he chuckled and opened her jeans. “You want it sweet?” Their sex earlier had been rough and intense.
“You know I don’t.” She had his jeans open, and she slid her hands along his hips and around to grab his ass. Their sex was loud, and he didn’t relish the thought of everybody out in the Hall hearing them. It had never stopped him before, but Lilli was different.
Then her hand came around to cup his sack and give him a squeeze. She shifted her hand to his cock.
“Oh, damn, you’re so hard,” she whispered, her forehead on his chest. “I love your cock so much.”
Isaac figured the soundproofing in the office walls was good enough.
He lifted her face and kissed her, his tongue plunging into her mouth, tracing her teeth and tongue. She snaked her arms around his neck and raised up high on her toes. Nothing—nothing—felt like her body against his. He wanted their clothes off. All of them.
“I want you naked.” Even to him, his voice sounded like a growl. She stepped back from him with a little siren’s smile and pulled her t-shirt over her head, dropping it to the floor with a wink. He went to the door and locked it; when he turned around, she had her boots off and was shimmying out of her jeans. He stripped as fast as he could, barely taking the time to hang his kutte over his chair.
When she was wearing nothing but a black lacy thong, her breasts bare and beautiful, her nipples hard with desire for him, he stopped her. “Leave it. I’ll get it.” She unhooked her thumbs from the thin strings across her hips and stood waiting.
Finally rid of his clothes, her strode to her and pulled her close, taking a second to feel the satin of her bare skin on his coarse body. He pulled the band from her hair, and she shook it loose, the silky tresses brushing over his arms on her back, making him groan. He brought them to the floor.
She wanted it rough; she always wanted it rough. But Isaac found that he was too overwhelmed by love and too haunted by the fear of losing her to be anything but sweet right now, to this woman who’d found a place in his heart he hadn’t known was there. He kissed her, holding her close, his hands all over her, but gently, soothing. He slid her thong slowly down her legs, kissing a path to her ankles as he went. Then he pulled himself back up along her writhing body and thrust his hand between her legs to find her wet and ready, as she always was for him. He rubbed lightly over her clit, gently between her folds.
She bucked and moaned, frustrated. “Isaac, come on.”
He bent down and kissed her breast, flicking his tongue softly over the hard bud of her nipple. His mouth on her skin, he said, “No, baby. Let me go easy. Easy is good, too.” Pushing up onto his knees, he reached for his jeans and grabbed a condom. After it was on, he shifted to lie over her and press into her, slowly inching his cock as deep as he could get. She arched her back, and her eyes rolled up. She moved hard under him, flexing. He brought a leg up to rest on her thigh, pinning her. “Hey, no. We’re goin’ slow. I want to savor you.”
“On the floor of your office, we’re going slow?” She huffed and struggled some more.
Isaac liked a rough f*ck, too—in fact, he was surprised at his need now to be sweet—but Lilli’s resistance to his tenderness was beginning to seem strange. He caught her head in his hands and peered down into her eyes. “Baby, there a problem?”
She stilled and stared back; then, she surprised him with a chuckle. He felt it around his cock, so deep inside her. “No. I’m sorry. Habit.” He didn’t understand, so he furrowed his brow. She continued, “Self-protection, I guess. Don’t make love. It’s like a rule I had for myself.”
He brushed his fingers over her cheekbones. “Had?”
The look she gave him then, limpid and warm, swelled his heart. “Yeah, had.”