It would be all over for him if he didn’t pace himself. He kept picturing all the ways he wanted to make love to her, and though he tried, he couldn’t block the image of her naked body writhing beneath him. Yeah, he had it bad, thanks to his wild undisciplined thoughts. Then it came to him. He’d get her talking and, come heaven or hell, he’d force himself to listen.
“Isabel?”
“Yes?”
“Are you going to show me how incredible you are in bed?”
Uh-oh. “Oh God,” she groaned. She had forgotten all about her outrageous boast that, while he was busy training to become a lawyer, then a Navy SEAL, and only God knew what else, she was perfecting the art of seduction. It had been a silly lie. Did he actually believe her? Of course not. She could see the mischief in his eyes and knew he was teasing her.
He lifted her off his lap, and she stood between his legs facing him. She watched as he pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it aside. The sprinkle of dark curly hair on his chest tapered at his navel. She wanted to kiss every inch of him.
Isabel had a sexy-as-sin body, and Michael was about to tell her so, but then she removed her top, and he lost every thought in his head. Never taking her eyes off his, she slowly slid her pajama shorts down over her hips and let them drop to the floor. Michael forgot how to breathe. She was perfect. It seemed that all he had to do was look at her or think about her and he became aroused. She had that much power over him, and he wasn’t fighting it any longer.
Her boldness pleased him. He reached out to caress her breasts, marveling at how soft and smooth her skin was, and then he slowly trailed his finger down to her hips, smiling over the goose
bumps he caused her. He lifted her away from him so he could stand, then quickly stripped out of the rest of his clothes.
Michael pulled the sheets back, then turned to her. She moved into his arms, squeezing her eyes shut in absolute bliss because his body felt so good against hers. He kissed her again, long and hard, and fell into bed with her. He rolled her onto her back, then stretched out on top of her, bracing his weight with his arms. He nudged her knees apart so that his pelvis could press against hers. His groan was loud and freeing. “God, you feel good.”
She sighed. “So do you.”
Wanting to make their coming together perfect, he forced himself to take his time. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, and every time she moved at all, her pelvis rubbed against him.
Taking his time was the most difficult thing he had ever done, but he was determined. She moved again, and the pleasure she gave him was so intense he clenched his jaw. He could feel his composure disintegrating.
Overwhelmed now, he made love to her with his mouth, his tongue mating with hers, sliding in and out while his hands caressed her breasts.
Isabel had no idea how sensitive her breasts were until he kissed them and stroked them with his tongue. He slowly moved down her body, teasing and tormenting her. He kissed the valley between her breasts, then her navel, then moved lower between her thighs. She nearly came off the bed when he touched her so intimately. She tried to get him to stop. The pleasure was so exquisite, it scared her, yet at the same time she clung to him and demanded more. His tongue was magical. Her hips moved against him, and her moans told him how much she loved what he was doing to her.
When it was Isabel’s turn, the pleasure she gave him shattered Michael’s control. She was a little awkward, and that made it all the better. He couldn’t let her torment him for long. He pulled away long enough to get protection, and when he returned, he reached for her and rolled her on her back again, rougher now with his need to be inside her. He knew she was ready for him. He wasn’t gentle as he pushed her thighs apart. His mouth covered hers as he lifted her hips and thrust inside her. He didn’t expect her to be this tight, this hot, this perfect. She cried out when he entered her, and he immediately stopped until she arched up against him.
“Isabel, am I hurting you?” He was panting and his voice was harsh.
“Please . . . please don’t stop.” Her nails dug into his shoulders again, a demand to move.
It was all the encouragement he needed. He couldn’t take his time now, but thrust deep, withdrew, and thrust deep again. She moaned with pleasure, begging him with whispered words that didn’t make any sense.
Passion controlled both of them, and when he felt her tighten around him and whisper his name, he knew she was about to come apart.
“Let it happen, love. Let go. I’ll keep you safe.”
Isabel had never had a climax before, and what she was feeling scared her because she had no control over it, but when Michael promised to keep her safe, she stopped fighting and let the euphoria overtake her. Her orgasm consumed her, and it was the most exhilarating and frightening thing she had