Chapter 59

Iloved the way his eyes widened with surprise and pleasure. The way he gripped the edges of the couch, his knuckles white with tension. He tasted just as intoxicating.

"Woman," he groaned, falling back onto the couch as I continued my sweet torment.

"Shh," I soothed, looking up at him with a teasing smile. "You'll wake the neighbors."

His eyes darkened at my words, and a growl formed in his throat. "Isadora, I swear?—"

But his threat went unfinished as I took him deeper. "Hush," I murmured against him. "Just enjoy."

He was unable to resist, his body shuddering in surrender as pleasure took hold. There was an intensity in his gaze that had my heart fluttering.

"Isadora," he whispered, the huskiness in his voice sending a thrill through me. He reached out, tenderly stroking my hair with trembling fingers.

I bobbed up and down, giving him my full attention. His hands twisted in my hair, pulling me down closer until I was nearly suffocating in the intoxicating scent of him. His legs were trembling, a sign that he was close to the edge. His voice broke as he moaned my name again, a low, drawn-out sound that sent shivers straight to my core.

"I'm close," he gasped out, his hands tightening in my hair.

"Then let go," I whispered against him, pushing him beyond his limits. And with a final surge, he shuddered violently, releasing all his pent-up tension in a wave of pure ecstasy. I held on, swallowing everything he had to give, his taste intoxicating and raw, a flavor I'd become strangely addicted to. His entire body went limp, falling back onto the couch as aftershocks of pleasure washed over him.

I climbed back onto his lap, straddling his hips. I took a moment to enjoy the sight of him, shirtless, breathless, and blissfully sated. His eyes met mine, soft with satisfaction and adoration.

"You're incredible," he said as his hands came up to caress my face.

"And you're pretty good yourself," I replied with a smirk.

I kissed over his chest, feeling the heavy thud of his heartbeat beneath my lips. I slid off him and reached for my beer, taking a long drink. Graham got to his feet, kicking off his jeans and briefs.

"You're very naked," I commented.

"And you will be too." He took my beer and finished it off.

His throat worked as he downed the beer. The sight was oddly arousing. He put the bottle on the table and advanced toward me, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Your turn, Dora," he murmured, reaching for the hem of my shirt. I lifted my arms obligingly, allowing him to pull it over my head. His hot gaze swept over every exposed inch of me, making me feel more desired than ever.

His fingers traced the waistband of my jeans next, undoing the button with practiced ease. Then they were being tugged off my hips and pooling around my ankles. I was left in my matching pink lace underwear set. I watched as his eyes darkened, drinking in the sight of me.

"Damn," he whispered, his voice full of appreciation. "You're so beautiful, Isadora."

I blushed at his praise, a warm glow spreading through me. "Only for you," I whispered back, stepping out of my jeans and kicking them to the side.

His hands came up to cup my face as he leaned in for a deep kiss. His lips were soft against mine, his tongue demanding entrance, which I gladly gave. The kiss was slow and passionate, as if we had all the time in the world. Our bodies molded together, fitting perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle. His hands ignited sparks wherever he touched. I could feel his desire pressing against me, stirring up a hunger deep within me.

"Bed," he growled, breaking away from our kiss to scoop me up in his arms.

I giggled at his eagerness and wrapped my arms around his neck as he carried me to his bedroom.

He gently placed me on his bed before climbing on top of me. His weight was a delicious pressure, pinning me down, grounding me in the moment. His fingers trailed along my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His mouth followed the path of his fingers, leaving soft kisses and gentle bites, eliciting tiny gasps from me.

His mouth traveled lower, teasing at the lacy edge of my bra. A smirk played on his lips as he looked up at me under his thick lashes. With a swift motion, he unhooked the delicate garment and tossed it away. His gaze lingered for a moment before his lips replaced where his eyes had been moments ago.

"Graham," I whimpered his name as sensation washed over me. Encouraged by my response, he continued his tantalizing assault, driving me to the brink of madness with his skilled touch. His hands moved lower, fingers tracing the edges of my lace underwear.

He took his time, skimming the fabric, watching as my body reacted to his touch. His name was a chant on my lips, his every move pulling me closer to the edge. He watched me intently, taking in each hitched breath and whispered plea.

"I love watching you," he whispered. The words sent shivers racing down my spine. I could only gasp in response as he continued his slow torture.

Graham discarded the last piece of fabric separating us. I was bared to him, every inch of me exposed under his admiring gaze. His eyes traced the contours of my form, drinking in every detail, from the swell of my breasts to the curve of my hips. I felt vulnerable and powerful at once, both prey and predator under his intense gaze.

"You're perfect," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me.

His touch left me squirming, aching for more. He spent long moments exploring my body until I was beyond wound up, every touch a sweet agony of anticipation.

"Graham," I moaned, arching up against him as his thumb brushed a particularly sensitive spot. He chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent waves of heat pooling in my belly. His own desire was evident, pressing against my thigh in an unmistakable greeting.

He quickly put a condom on, and I pulled at him until he was crawling over me, his cock brushing over my wet folds, causing me to gasp out loud. His lips trailed hot kisses down my neck, sending jolts of pleasure through my body that had me writhing beneath him.

"I need you," I breathed out in a raspy whisper, my hands threading through his hair.

He notched his hips against mine, teasing with the promise of what was to come. The delicious friction sent sparks flying behind my eyelids. His grin was devilish as he watched me squirm. I whimpered in response, arching up into him with a desperate need for him to fill the void that was growing within me.

He teased me once more with the head of his dick, sliding it along my slick folds before moving away, causing me to growl in protest. I wanted to cry out in frustration.

His hand ventured lower again, his fingers moving in slow circles over my clit. My hips jerked in response to the exquisite feeling, but his other hand was there, holding me steady.

A low growl escaped from his throat as he watched me squirm beneath his touch, my body ready and aching for him. He spread my legs wider, positioning himself between them. In one swift and decisive motion, he plunged into me. A gasp tore from my throat at the sudden overwhelming sensation.

His rhythm was slow and measured at first, allowing me to adjust to his size. But as my body relaxed around him, the pace quickened, each thrust harder than the last.

Graham's arms bracketed my head while his mouth moved along my throat in a series of feverish kisses that further fueled my racing pulse. He groaned above me, the sound vibrating against my skin as he buried himself deep within me again and again.

Pleasure crept up on me slowly but steadily, building with each thrust of Graham's hips. I knew I was going to fall over the edge and into a powerful climax. I had no time to tell him it was coming. It just happened. I cried out, clawing at him as his body erupted inside me.

He jerked and shuddered with his own orgasm before falling beside me. "Holy shit," he sighed.

As I lay there with Graham, wrapped in his warmth and feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing, I couldn't help but marvel at how easily he had melted my defenses. Despite all the hurt and anger, being with him felt right. It felt like coming home.

"We clearly can't resist each other," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. "I forgive you, Graham."

His arms tightened around me in a gentle embrace. I could feel the tension melt away from both of us. We had been through so much together, and yet here we were, in each other's arms once again. There was something that always brought us back together and it was more than just really good sex.

"I'm sorry, Isadora," he whispered back, his voice filled with sincerity. "I never meant to hurt you."

"I know," I replied softly. "And I believe you."

We lay there in silence for a moment, the only sound the quiet rhythm of our breathing.

"We need a plan," Graham said, his voice breaking the silence.

"For Sloane?"

"Yes," he replied. "It's going to be tough, keeping it from her. But I'm willing to do it to make sure things in her life are stable."

"We'll just make it look organic," I said. "We'll be living together, and things will just happen. I think she'll understand and even want it."

"Works for me," he said. "I'm just glad we're together."

"Me too," I replied, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

We fell asleep in each other's arms like it was exactly where we were supposed to be.

When I woke the next morning, the last thing I wanted to do was leave his bed, but responsibility called. He walked me to the door.

"I'll see you soon," I promised, pressing a kiss to his lips before reluctantly pulling away.

I made my way to pick up Sloane with a smile on my face that just wouldn't go away. Despite all the turmoil of the past, my life finally felt like it was back on track. When we got home, Sloane was tasked with getting started on packing up her room and going through her closet.

Holly was coming over for dinner to celebrate my new job, which I started tomorrow. I was nervous but excited for a new start in life.