5. Isla

5

ISLA

The door shut with a soft snick, but it echoed around the room like a bomb exploded. He slid his jacket off, letting it fall to the ground. I watched the movement with bated breath, my eyes locked on how his fingertips slowly released the fabric, then curled into a fist. That hand would soon be on me, sliding over my skin and bringing a thrill to me that I hadn’t felt in over a month, not since he snuck away from the senator for a single night of pleasure.

His gaze heated as it trailed over my body, over the slim-fitting dress that hugged my curves and showed off more skin than I was usually comfortable with. In the restaurant, I felt exposed. Here, with his eyes on me, I felt positively naked.

He stalked over to me, every step intentional, meant to draw me in as his unsuspecting prey. He stopped just inches from my body, his breath heated as he leaned in, inhaling deeply as his nose skimmed the side of my neck. Then his lips latched onto my ear, sending shockwaves through my body with only that single touch. My hands flew out, grasping his hips to steady myself. But if anything, I felt dizzy as his muscles flexed under his shirt.

His low chuckle told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me. Not that I could think of anything other than his lips skimming down my neck and across my shoulder. His finger slipped under the strap of my dress, sliding it achingly slowly to the edge before releasing it and letting it fall down my arm.

Goosebumps broke out as his finger trailed back up my arm and across my collarbone, brushing the swell of my breast where the fabric had fallen. I inhaled sharply as he lazily slid his finger back and forth over my breast. Breathing ceased to be an option when I looked up into his eyes and saw the stark need lingering in their depths.

He shifted so slightly that the only reason I knew he came closer was the way his length pressed against me. With one easy move, he had his arm around my back, pulling me flush against him. His scent overwhelmed me, lulling me into a state of comfort I desperately needed. And then, shocking the hell out of me, he swayed with me in his arms as if a sweet song was playing on a record player.

Vibrations rumbled against my chest as he hummed under his breath, rocking me back and forth in a tantalizing rhythm. I sighed contentedly as his hands spread wide over my back, slowly working their way up and down my spine. Caught up in the way his body moved with mine, I slid my hands down his thighs, gripping them tight as he tormented me with yet another slow sway as he twisted me around the small space.

Fingers lifted my chin to meet his gaze, then brushed my hair from my shoulder as he cupped my face in his strong hand. Soft lips brushed mine, gently at first, then urgent and nearly brutal. The needy gasp that left my lips was quickly hushed as his lips brushed over mine again and again, all the while his fingers deftly slid under the second strap of my dress until the cool silk slipped down my arm.

Red fabric billowed around my waist, exposing my breasts to him. My core throbbed with need as he stepped back, releasing what little hold he had on the dress. Intensity flashed in those brown eyes as he watched the material skim over my body before pooling at my feet.

Every inch of my body was on display for him, except for the tiniest scrap of fabric draped around my hips, dipping between my thighs. As if his look alone could cause me to spontaneously combust, I clenched my legs together. A satisfied smirk brushed his lips at the movement.

Feeling entirely too exposed, I stepped out of the dress still piled around my shoes and pressed my hand to his chest. The buttons on his shirt were way too tiny as nerves raced through me. But any lingering doubts in my mind were erased the moment his warm hand cupped my breast and his fingers pinched my nipple.

Sucking in a harsh breath, I tried to concentrate on the task at hand, but the overwhelming need to feel him between my legs made it impossible. My eyes fluttered closed as his hand skimmed down my body. His fingers dug into my hip, gripping me as if it took everything in him to hold back.

I whispered his name in the dark, pleading with him to give me what I desired. “Isla,” he hissed, his breath brushing against my ear. I let my head fall to the side, barely breathing as his lips latched onto the delicate skin at the base of my neck.

“Kavanaugh,” I moaned, and that’s when I lost it, gripping his shirt in my hands and ripping the fabric in two. Strong fingers tugged my body against his. In a whirlwind of passion, his fingers danced over the pebbled skin of my ass, then grasped one cheek in his hand as he squeezed tightly. Hoisting me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked me back to the bed.

Hard muscles flexed under my fingers as they skated over his pecs and down his chest. His body flopped to the bed with me astride his lap. I ground my hips over him, desperate to feel his thick cock inside me. Tearing his shirt from his arms, I tossed it away, then sucked his lower lip between my teeth as my fingers quickly undid his pants and pulled out his thick length.

The answering rumble in his chest spurred me on. I pumped my hand up and down, sliding my thumb over the cum leaking from his tip. The sharp tug of fabric against my skin was the only warning I had before my thong snapped into two and he yanked it from my body, replacing the thin strip of silk with his fingers.

“Isla,” he said breathlessly as my hands continued to make love to his cock. “Fuck, I need to be inside you.”

“Yes,” I panted, raising up on my knees. I gasped as his fingers slid inside me, pumping through my soaked pussy. I cried out, letting my head fall back in ecstasy as he worked his fingers in and out, building a need so strong inside me that my mind went blank.

Wet lips surrounded my nipple, tugging the bud into his mouth. With a sharp bite, I gasped, clenching around his fingers. A shudder rippled through my body, tingling through my core as heat licked every inch of me. I cried out, collapsing into his arms just as he shifted, thrusting hard into me. My body stretched wide to accommodate him, burning with the sudden intrusion.

“Fuck, Isla,” he panted, jerking his hips up, his cock hitting deep at a punishing pace. He fisted my hair, tugging my head back as his lips latched onto my skin, bruising deep. Sharp pains danced across my breast as he tugged and twisted until my body gave into his machinations and fell from the cliff he led me to. I cried out as he pulled me to his chest, holding me tight as his cock jerked deep inside me one last time.

Harsh breaths coated my slickened skin, followed quickly by his lips, kissing every inch of me as if he was saying a prayer. Drowsy and worn out, a smile touched my lips right before he kissed me again. The savage way in which he took me was now replaced with gentle touches.

“Would this be the most obvious time to say those three little words?” he murmured.

I smiled, resting my head on his shoulder. “Would it be cliché if I said them back?”