by Hart, Emma
Isaac cupped the back of my head, slipping his hand into my hair, and dragged his lips up my jaw until they were but a millimeter from my ear. “I want you, Hannah. I want to pull you upstairs and kiss you until you can’t breathe. I want to throw you on the bed and put my face between your legs until you’re fucking it. I want to flip you on your knees and grab your hips and tug on your hair until you’re screaming my name in pleasure. I want to do everything I said I would do in that first texting session when I know you sat in this house and played with your clit until you came.”
My mouth was dry. I ran my tongue over my lips in a desperate attempt to wet them and my mouth, but it was no good. It didn’t work. All it did was make me want to do it again and again in the hopes it would work.
It didn’t.
I know. I tried three times.
“But if you don’t want that, tell me now. I’ve made it clear how I feel, but understand this: I will respect whatever you say to me,” he continued slowly.
“Even if I tell you I never want to speak to you again?”
“As long as I can tell you your cat needs his vaccinations first.”
“Duly noted. Now, shut up and leave.”
He pulled back, a flash of shock in his eyes.
“Kidding. Shut up and kiss me.”
“Bloody hell,” he muttered, before doing just that. It was just as deep and hungry as the last one, and I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold him to me.
Let’s face it.
It was inevitable that this would happen.
It may as well be right now when I was already tied up in knots because he’d kissed me like a champ.
“Without being too pushy, we need to take this elsewhere. Before Lucifer decides your ankle is a good snack again.”
“Without being too pushy?” I choked back a laugh. “Did you not just list off all the ways you’d like to fuck me senseless?”
“Not all the ways. I’m saving some for later.” He lowered his lips to mine and dragged my lower lip between his teeth. “I’m happy to continue right now, though…”
“Nope, upstairs it is.” I grabbed hold of his hand and dragged him after me, leaving Lucifer in the kitchen alone. I was barely able to turn the light off before my feet hauled me toward the bottom of the stairs and up them.
Isaac’s steps echoed after mine, and I led him into my bedroom. My unfortunately untidy bedroom. Why was there a sock on my pillowcase? And how the hell had my bra ended up on my windowsill?
How in the fuck did that happen?
Thankfully, I didn’t have much of a chance to answer that or even begin to figure it out because Isaac pulled me against his body and kissed me. I curled my fingers into the collar of his ever-present polo shirt and flattened my body against him. Each flick of his tongue against mine sent licks of heat through my body.
Kissing him was intoxicating.
He tasted like the chocolate fudge cake mixed with desperation, and it was a terrifyingly addictive thing to experience.
Isaac’s hands slipped down my body and dragged up my shirt, bunching it around my waist. He slid one down inside my jeans and squeezed my bare ass, pulling my hips right into him.
My nipples were hard, ready to burst through the thin material of my tank top, and I fought a gasp when they brushed against his chest.
He smiled as if he knew before he resumed the kiss, hungrier than ever. Desperation took over, lust controlling us both, and we moved back toward the bed in a tangle of lips and limbs.
He broke the kiss and removed his shirt. I barely had a second to explore the toned expanse of his body before he kissed me again, dragging me against him, only to fist my shirt and yank it up my body.
I raised my hands so he could pull it up. My breasts sprang free when he tossed it aside, and our bodies came together once again in a mess of hands and kisses and tiny little giggles.
From me. The giggles were from me.
Isaac pushed me back onto the bed. I squealed as I went down, and he quickly covered my body with his, grinning as he slipped between my legs and kissed me again. This didn’t last as long. He moved swiftly to exploring my body, trailing his lips over my jaw and down my neck. My breath hitched when his lips came into contact with my nipples.
He cupped my breast, closing his mouth around my sensitive nipple. He moved his tongue in such a way that it sent tiny fireworks over my skin, and I was only just able to breathe through it when he turned his attention to the other one.
The ache in my body was like nothing I’d ever felt. I didn’t know if it was the effect of having him right here or if it was the anticipation of what was to come. I just knew that I was coiled like a spring, ready to burst at the right moment.
Isaac continued his journey down my body to my waistband. My stomach was twitching with every breath I took, and my thigh muscles clenched when he pulled back to remove my jeans.
He stared down at me with his bright green eyes—eyes that were full of dark lust, neediness and hunger. Eyes that captivated and terrified me at the same time. It took all the focus I had to concentrate on breathing.
He pulled my jeans off and threw them on the floor. His gaze raked down my body, lingering on my hips. “Nice knickers.”
I peered down.
Awesome.
Just. Fucking. Awesome.
I was wearing lime green, cotton panties with a cherry print on them, and I was pretty sure these had a slight hole on the ass.
“Well, this wasn’t in the script,” I said brightly.
Isaac met my eyes and burst out laughing, leaning over me once again and kissing me. “Don’t worry. I like them,” he murmured against my lips. “Very you.”
“I don’t know how to take that.”
“Take it how you’re going to take my cock soon—really fucking well.”
Okay, then.
It was hard to argue with that. Especially when it was said in his accent.
Jesus, dirty talk in a British accent was heaven.
Well, any talk was, but dirty talk could probably get a girl pregnant in one sentence.
He crushed his lips to mine, forcing my thoughts to disappear. I ran my fingers over his shoulders—his muscles were tight, his entire upper body completely lean. My hands slid down his arms when he pulled back once more, moving back down the bed.
This time, instead of stopping at my underwear, he hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled them down my legs. Slowly, he ran his hands up my legs, parting them in the process, and lowered himself to his knees.
Shivers cascaded across my skin, wracking my entire body when his hot breath touched my skin.
He lowered his body, his mouth coming dangerously close to the apex of my thighs. Gently, he flicked his tongue out, teasing me. It took him only seconds to find my clit, and he covered my wetness with his mouth. I could barely breath as he moved his tongue against me, over and over, teasing and toying with me.
I fisted the sheets at my sides. He wielded his tongue like a weapon, exploring every part of my aching pussy. He paused only to slip a finger inside me, making my hips buck against his hand. It felt so good. Heat flushed through my body as he worked me with both his fingers and his tongue.
I could feel the orgasm building—feel my moans as they escaped through my parted lips. It was like another world where all I could feel was my pleasure heightening, his fingers digging into my skin, and his tongue taking me closer to the edge.
I fell into the orgasm, giving myself over to it as it took hold of my body. Isaac held me tighter, moving his hands to cup my ass. He guided me through it, prolonging it, keeping his tongue pulsing against my clit until I could barely breathe anymore.
When my hips finally stilled, he pulled back. His hands stroked down my legs as he pulled away to standing. I threw my arm over my eyes as I struggled to catch my breath, but I heard the sound of a buckle undoing.
Peeking out, I watched as Isaac undid his pants and pulled down his boxers, freeing his
cock. It was long and thick with a large vein pulsing down the side. Another bolt of desire shot through me, humming through my bloodstream.
I pointed to the nightstand before he could ask for a condom. With a low chuckle, he rounded the bed and opened the second drawer I was motioning to. He plucked out the unopened box and tore apart the packaging, then pulled a condom out of the box. He tossed the box back in the drawer and brought the foil package to his teeth before he tore the edge of it off.
My mouth went dry as I stared at him. He reached down and sealed the condom over the head of his cock, slowly rolling it to the very base.
I swallowed hard.
Isaac pushed my right knee toward my left one so my body almost rolled to the side. “Flip over. Now.”
Oh, God, he was really doing this.
I did as he said, rolling over onto my belly with a bit of a flop.
“On your knees.”
Again, I did it. My arms were shaking and unsteady, so I propped myself up on my elbows as he palmed my ass cheeks. He gripped the left one tightly, exposing my pussy to him, and he pushed the tip of his cock against me.
I arched my back so my hips tilted. He eased into me, flattening his hand against the small of my back. I moaned instantly; it felt so fucking good, better than I’d imagined it.
He moved his hips slowly, back and forth until I dropped my head down with another low moan. Each stroke of his cock sent me wild, but it was when he grabbed my hips and started fucking me properly that heat spread all over my body.
It was hard and ruthless, totally merciless, from the way he held onto my hips to the way he pounded inside me. Thrust after thrust drew moan after moan, and I pressed my forehead into the mattress.
He stilled, buried inside me, and leaned over me. His hands were hot as they glided over my sweaty skin to grasp my hair. He gathered my curls in one hand, twisted, and yanked my head back up.
I gasped, shivering as the action forced him deeper inside me.
“That’s better,” he murmured, dropping a kiss to my shoulder.
Then he straightened up again and made good on his promises.
He fucked me hard. It was relentless, desperate, needy.
“Put your hand between your legs,” he demanded breathlessly. “Now, Hannah.”
It was like he had a spell on me—I was powerless to resist his demands. I was unsteady on one hand, but I did it. I put my hand between my legs and found my clit instantly, rubbing two fingers against it in a circular motion.
It was just that easy.
I came heard, crying out loudly as my entire body clenched with pleasure. The orgasm hit me so hard I swear I actually saw stars behind my closed eyelids, and my limbs all shook with the power of it.
Isaac released my hair and gripped my hips again, holding me still as he finished. His groan sent a shiver across my skin, but it was the long, guttural moan that escaped as he finally stilled in front of me, his fingers probing my hips in a massaging motion.
Neither of us moved for what felt like an hour. The room was filled with the sounds of our labored breathing as we regained control of it and ourselves.
His grip on me loosened, and he flattened his hands against my ass as he pulled himself out.
The second I was free, I collapsed onto my side.
Isaac dropped down himself, but his was with a breathy laugh. He rolled his head to the side and met my eyes. His gaze was full of sleep mixed with satiation and happiness. “That went well,” he breathed.
I laughed, closing my legs and using my arms to cover my breasts. “Could have been worse,” I agreed.
He rubbed his hand down his face, grinning behind it. “Definitely. Where’s the bathroom?”
“Same place as yours is,” I said dryly. “Our houses are the same.”
“Right.” He laughed but groaned halfway through when he stood up. “Holy shit,” he muttered, pushing off the bed. “I’m knackered.”
“What the hell is that?”
“Tired,” he called, leaving the room.
I frowned, forcing myself to sit up. Holy shit was right. I felt half dead. My muscles were like jelly. I didn’t want to think about what was going to happen if I did stand up right now.
“Here.” Isaac’s face appeared in the doorway, and he tossed a towel toward me. “I didn’t think you could get up yet.”
“There’s no need to look so proud of yourself!” I yelled.
“There really is!” he shouted back, now out of sight once again.
I stuffed the towel between my legs like the lady I was and flopped back down on the bed again.
All right.
Maybe there was.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN – HANNAH
The Morning After The Night Before
There was a huge lump of handsome, toned, British male next to me in my bed, and I wasn’t mad about it at all.
I’d have to be insane if I was.
I was, however, apprehensive. I didn’t know what would happen now—if last night was the result of our texts or if it had something real behind it. Or if it could have something behind it.
I had also never been much of a one-night stand girl before, so I wasn’t sure what to say.
“What time is it?” Isaac murmured sleepily, stirring next to me.
“Six-thirty,” I replied, putting my phone back on the side.
He groaned and rolled over. “I have to get up in ten minutes.”
“Sucks to be you.” I let him pull me into his arms, and I rolled over so that my head was on his chest. “I don’t have to wake up for another hour.”
“Let’s swap jobs.” He yawned, wrapping his arms around me tightly. “I’ll stay here and you can go and see all the tiny animals.”
“You have a duck in today, don’t you?”
I was kidding, but he laughed into my hair. “Yep,” he replied. “One of the farmers wants her newest duck to be checked over. God, I fucking hate ducks.”
It took everything in me not to curl up in a tight ball and laughing my fucking ass off. I just couldn’t put Isaac the dirty talker in the same bracket as Isaac the terrified of ducks.
I did want to see him treat a duck, though.
“I can’t say I have any idea how to give a duck a check-up.” I bit the inside of my cheek. “I doubt I’m very good at anything else to do with them, either. One kitten is enough for me.”
“I bet. He’s a handful, that’s for sure. The best kittens are, though.” He pressed a kiss to my jaw. “I need to get up before my cock gets up.”
I laughed, pulling the covers up over my face. “Good morning to you, too.”
His low chuckle followed him out of the room as he made his way into the bathroom. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and checked my notifications. As I was scrolling Instagram, a new message came through from Immy and I opened it.
IMMY: Can you be at the store for the delivery? Grandma JUST told me she has a doctor’s appointment at eight and needs me to take her
Damn it.
ME: Can’t Mason take her?
IMMY: No. He has a court case today.
ME: Tell him to try not to get himself locked up.
IMMY: LOL. Can you?
ME: Yes, but you owe me lunch. A good one.
IMMY: Fine. Grandma’s paying though.
ME: Damn right.
With a sigh, I put my phone back down and got out of bed. I was wearing nothing but panties and an oversized t-shirt, and I padded across the hallway to the bathroom.
“Knock knock,” I said in a bleary voice. “My boss wants me to work early. I need to shower.”
“Okay, hold on.” There was a moment of silence, then a flush. The tap ran in the sink, and he opened the door a second later. “Thought you didn’t have to get up for an hour?”
“Well, Grandma apparently has a doctor’s appointment at eight that Immy needs to take her to. I’d bet she forgot until now, too.” I shimmied past him into the bathroom and grabbed my toothbrush. “Sorr
y. Did you want to shower here?”
He shook his head. “I don’t have clean clothes. It’s fine. I’ll run home now, shower, and head to work. Do you want me to make an appointment for Lucifer to have his vaccines?”
I squirted paste on the brush. “Shoot. I guess he’s over his cold?”
“Well enough for them, and you really want to get them done so he can be neutered as soon as he’s old enough.”
“Sure. Text me the appointments you have and I’ll work something out.” I shoved the brush in my mouth and started cleaning my teeth.
Isaac stared at me for a moment. “You’re so pretty in the morning.”
I flipped him the bird. I knew for a fact I was not pretty this morning—my hair was scrunched into a twist on top of my head, there was smudged mascara around my eyes, and a pimple was forming on the crease of my nostril.
Yay, me.
Isaac came back out of my room fully dressed. “I’ll text you in an hour or so. Does that work?”
I nodded then held up my finger so I could spit the toothpaste out of my mouth. “That’s fine,” I replied. “I’ll talk to you later, then.”
He looked at me for a moment longer, then stepped forward and kissed my cheek, not far from the corner of mouth. He said nothing else before he turned and left, disappearing down the stairs.
Well, that could have gone a lot more awkwardly this morning.
I rinsed my mouth out and wiped the sink. By the time I was done, the front door had opened and shut, and Isaac was gone.
***
“Here you go, Mr. Sanderson. Here’s your change.” I handed the old man his change and put the receipt in the bag for him. “I can’t wait to see what she makes next.”
He beamed at me. “A blanket for our new great-grandbaby.”
“Aw, congratulations.”
“Thanks, Hannah. Say hello to your grandmother for us, won’t you?”
“I sure will, sir. Have a lovely day!”
“You too, dear.” He waved and left the store, leaving the new door chime above the door jingling in his wake.