He pushed her thighs apart, hesitated until she looked into his eyes, and then thrust inside. “You’re so tight, so perfect . . .”
Her body was throbbing for release. She barely understood what he was saying to her. He started moving, slowly at first, but his need soon overrode his desire to make it last. He thrust again and again, harder and faster, spurred on by her demand for more.
Her arms were wrapped tightly around him, her nails digging into his shoulders, and she cried out his name as her orgasm burst upon her. It was magnificent.
Michael was there with her, though he didn’t shout her name. He whispered it over and over as he climaxed deep inside her.
Spent, he collapsed on top of her and for several minutes all that could be heard was their harsh breathing as each tried to recover. He could feel her heart beating under his. He finally found enough strength to roll onto his back, but he kept Isabel wrapped in his arms. He couldn’t stop touching her, stroking her shoulders, her back, her amazingly perfect backside.
It took a while for Isabel to recover. She had never been so overcome by an emotion. It scared her a little because she couldn’t control it, and God help her if she became dependent on Michael loving her.
Crazy thoughts, she decided. She didn’t want to worry about anything right now. Lying there with him seemed the most natural thing in the world. Although it didn’t make any sense, she was feeling content and wonderfully lethargic.
“Isabel, baby, are you all right?”
“Yes,” she answered. The side of her face rested against his chest.
Michael stacked his hands behind his head. When she sat up and straddled his hips, his breath caught in his throat. He thought she was the most beautiful and provocative woman he’d ever seen.
Her hair was in wild disarray around her shoulders, her lips were swollen from his kisses, and her cheeks were pink from rubbing against his day’s growth of whiskers. He pulled her down for a long kiss.
“You’re insatiable,” she said, her voice a husky whisper.
“For you, yes,” he agreed. “And you’re insatiable for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she admitted.
He looked arrogantly pleased with her honesty.
“Michael?”
“Yes?”
“I have two words for you.”
“Thank you?”
She laughed. “You think I was going to say ‘thank you’？”
“You should. I was pretty spectacular, and I do believe you screamed my name a few times.”
The smile in his eyes distracted her for a second. He was such a handsome devil. “That’s not what I was going to say.”
“Then what?” he asked. “What two words?”
She slowly trailed her fingertips down his chest. “My turn.”
TWENTY-FIVE
THE FOLLOWING MORNING SHOULD HAVE BEEN AWKWARD FOR ISABEL, BUT IT WASN’T.
Michael didn’t give her time to be embarrassed or have regrets about all the wild things she had done when it was her turn to drive him out of his mind.
He woke her kissing her neck. She was still in his arms, and his warm breath against her ear was giving her goose bumps.
“Wake up, Isabel,” he whispered, his voice rough from sleep. “We need to get going.”
“All right,” she said softly, and snuggled closer to him.
“Come on. It’s time to get up.”
“All right,” she repeated on a sigh.
She finally moved. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him. There wasn’t anything timid or quick about the kiss. She put her heart into it and was trembling when he pulled back.
Michael told himself to get out of bed, but he couldn’t make himself do it. He was too hungry for her. Her warm body pressed against his made him ache to be inside her.
“Isabel, we need to get up.”
Those were the last coherent words he said. He kissed her again, and that kiss led to another and another, and before he could stop himself, he was kissing and caressing nearly every inch of her beautiful body. His desire for her was completely out of control, and he couldn’t seem to care. All she had to do was smile at him or look at him, and he wanted her.
“Are you okay?” he asked as he rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom. He didn’t wait for an answer.
Isabel was slow to float back to reality. Making love with Michael had been the most wonderful experience, and now she was in the mood to cuddle. Apparently, he wasn’t. She wasn’t upset that he was in a hurry. She knew what she was getting with him. There hadn’t been any words of love after, but then she hadn’t expected that there would be. He loved having sex with her. That was the only thing she was absolutely sure about.