shouldn’t be doing this, his mouth was on hers.
It was no gentle, first time, shy, exploratory type kiss, but a deep, possessive, experienced kiss. He devoured her mouth thoroughly and dipped his tongue between her teeth, tangling it with her own, wringing a groan from her throat.
Her body became hotter, and she bunched the fabric of his shirt in her hand where it rested on his hard chest. He firmly held her with one hand on the back of her head, fingers threaded in her hair, as he ravished her mouth.
A short, animalistic growl vibrated through his chest, and her body instinctively responded, becoming slick and ready for his possession. They devoured one another for what seemed like hours, until his other hand cupped one of her breasts, and she froze.
* * * *
Cyrus was aware the instant he’d gone too far. But, damn, the woman could kiss, and he wanted to slide his cock into her heat right there on the floor more than anything he could remember for a long time. The desire to bury himself as deep in her body as he could get, take her over and over until they were both sated and too tired to move, screamed through his veins.
She’s not ready for that, you bastard.
But that wasn’t entirely true. Her body was ready for it. Her mind was a different matter.
Regardless of how horny he was, regardless of how much she turned him on, regardless of how much it would kill him to retreat, he was not one to coerce an unwilling partner. Hell, he had never had an unwilling partner. Little Izzy was introducing him to delayed gratification. He could think of a few things he’d like to introduce her to as well.
She was pulling away from him even as he imagined pulling her tighter. She scrambled off him, and before he got up from the floor, he took a couple of deep breaths, praying he’d be able to walk without too much pain from the raging hard-on he’d developed.
She stared at him as if she couldn’t believe what had just happened. Under normal circumstances, he’d probably find the horror painted across her pretty features amusing, but his sudden case of blue balls was interfering with his sense of humor.
She wanted him. He wasn’t being vain. It was the simple truth. But he’d have to watch his step with her. He was unprepared for the intense lust she had provoked in him, the need to protect, to possess.
He was fully aware of his attraction to her. He simply hadn’t been expecting the level to which that attraction skyrocketed.
“Look, Izzy, I—”
* * * *
“Cyrus, please just go.”
Isabelle hugged her arms around her middle. Her knees were weak, and he had the nerve to stand there looking sexy as hell, even after they’d just rolled around on the floor. He wasn’t even trying to look gorgeous. It came naturally to him, as did his apparent smug satisfaction over what they’d just done.
He started to speak, but she cut him off. “I can’t do this right now. Please leave, okay?”
What the hell is wrong with me? I just met the man, and I’m all over him like a horny teenager.
Maybe she should sleep with him, and get him out of her system.
She ran her gaze over his body and let out a shaky breath. Yeah, right. If he ever got inside her, he’d never be out of her system. He fueled intense feelings in her too fast and too easily. If she wasn’t careful, she’d get burned by this one.
“I’ll go,” he said, “but don’t think for one second that I’m going to ignore what’s happening between us.”
“There is nothing happening between us.”
Unfortunately.
He closed the distance between them, bent down, took her face between his hands, and brought his lips within an inch of her own. “Keep telling yourself that, Izzy.”
Her breath caught, as she waited for his lips to take hers once again.
Instead, he turned and slipped out the door.
Frustration and anger engulfed her. Frustration because he didn’t kiss her again, and anger because she wanted him to.
My name’s Isabelle, not Izzy.
It was no gentle, first time, shy, exploratory type kiss, but a deep, possessive, experienced kiss. He devoured her mouth thoroughly and dipped his tongue between her teeth, tangling it with her own, wringing a groan from her throat.
Her body became hotter, and she bunched the fabric of his shirt in her hand where it rested on his hard chest. He firmly held her with one hand on the back of her head, fingers threaded in her hair, as he ravished her mouth.
A short, animalistic growl vibrated through his chest, and her body instinctively responded, becoming slick and ready for his possession. They devoured one another for what seemed like hours, until his other hand cupped one of her breasts, and she froze.
* * * *
Cyrus was aware the instant he’d gone too far. But, damn, the woman could kiss, and he wanted to slide his cock into her heat right there on the floor more than anything he could remember for a long time. The desire to bury himself as deep in her body as he could get, take her over and over until they were both sated and too tired to move, screamed through his veins.
She’s not ready for that, you bastard.
But that wasn’t entirely true. Her body was ready for it. Her mind was a different matter.
Regardless of how horny he was, regardless of how much she turned him on, regardless of how much it would kill him to retreat, he was not one to coerce an unwilling partner. Hell, he had never had an unwilling partner. Little Izzy was introducing him to delayed gratification. He could think of a few things he’d like to introduce her to as well.
She was pulling away from him even as he imagined pulling her tighter. She scrambled off him, and before he got up from the floor, he took a couple of deep breaths, praying he’d be able to walk without too much pain from the raging hard-on he’d developed.
She stared at him as if she couldn’t believe what had just happened. Under normal circumstances, he’d probably find the horror painted across her pretty features amusing, but his sudden case of blue balls was interfering with his sense of humor.
She wanted him. He wasn’t being vain. It was the simple truth. But he’d have to watch his step with her. He was unprepared for the intense lust she had provoked in him, the need to protect, to possess.
He was fully aware of his attraction to her. He simply hadn’t been expecting the level to which that attraction skyrocketed.
“Look, Izzy, I—”
* * * *
“Cyrus, please just go.”
Isabelle hugged her arms around her middle. Her knees were weak, and he had the nerve to stand there looking sexy as hell, even after they’d just rolled around on the floor. He wasn’t even trying to look gorgeous. It came naturally to him, as did his apparent smug satisfaction over what they’d just done.
He started to speak, but she cut him off. “I can’t do this right now. Please leave, okay?”
What the hell is wrong with me? I just met the man, and I’m all over him like a horny teenager.
Maybe she should sleep with him, and get him out of her system.
She ran her gaze over his body and let out a shaky breath. Yeah, right. If he ever got inside her, he’d never be out of her system. He fueled intense feelings in her too fast and too easily. If she wasn’t careful, she’d get burned by this one.
“I’ll go,” he said, “but don’t think for one second that I’m going to ignore what’s happening between us.”
“There is nothing happening between us.”
Unfortunately.
He closed the distance between them, bent down, took her face between his hands, and brought his lips within an inch of her own. “Keep telling yourself that, Izzy.”
Her breath caught, as she waited for his lips to take hers once again.
Instead, he turned and slipped out the door.
Frustration and anger engulfed her. Frustration because he didn’t kiss her again, and anger because she wanted him to.
My name’s Isabelle, not Izzy.
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