Page 97 of The Love Position

Isaac’s arm tightened behind her, his free hand threading through her wet hair, prickling her scalp with electricity. He gazed at her as if she were a feast prepared by angels and he’d been starving in the wilderness for years.

The drumming rain receded into the background. All Sophia could hear was the rushing of her breath, her lungs pumping in air as if to keep her afloat.

Any restraint drifting away, she grazed her fingers down the line of his jaw, feeling the heat of his skin, the wildness of his pulse. Every one of her senses thrummed with awareness of him.

Rising onto her toes, she moved closer.

Isaac swallowed as he stared at her mouth, his gaze hooded and heavy with heat.

Then he brushed his lips against hers.

Lightning crashed through her, shocking her with pleasure so sharp that she gasped.

He tensed as if he’d done something wrong, pulling away.

No!

Sophia’s head was fizzing, her breathing rapid and frantic.

Don’t stop!

But she was too stunned to vocalise her thoughts.

‘I’m—’ Isaac broke off, his expression anguished as if he’d taken something from her she never wanted to give. ‘Sophia, I’m sor—’

Clutching the back of his neck, she dragged his mouth back to hers.

He didn’t respond, his body stiff, but when she tentatively touched her tongue to the seam of his lips, they parted and a low groan reverberated from his throat into her.

Then Isaac kissed her back, and Sophia wondered if it was possible to survive such an experience. His tongue stroked hers with licks of fire until she was molten, white-hot pleasure pounding through every part of her, forging her into someone she never knew she could be.

She’d never encountered such feelings before. Not with Marcus, not even when on her own and fantasising about Isaac. It was the difference between gazing at the stars and being thrust into the heart of one.

Her heart was pounding, her breath coming faster. It was too much, and it wasn’t enough.

Breaking the kiss, her lungs heaving, she rested her forehead on his.

‘You okay?’ he asked, as out of breath as she was.

Sophia nodded, clutching him tighter to stop him withdrawing. Words had deserted her again, to be replaced with overwhelming emotion.

Isaac stroked her face, pressing tender kisses to her cheeks as love filled her throat and stung her eyes.

But despite her trembling body, she felt utterly safe in Isaac’s arms. Getting her breath back, her lips found his again, and she slicked her tongue into his mouth.

He gave a feral growl, sparking a flash of lust between her legs, then kissed her with the confidence of a man who knew exactly how to make her weak at the knees.

Isaac tasted of fresh rain and piña colada, the sweetness wrapped in earthy masculinity and underscored by the rock-hard ridge of his cock pressing into her lower abdomen.

Sophia clung to him, gripping his t-shirt, his hair, as his kiss rocketed her higher. Blood was roaring through her veins, pressing on the inside of her skin, pulsing in her core. All she could think about was the desperate, aching need to be filled by him.

But despite the passion pouring off him in waves, the strength and hardness of his body, she felt the subtle vibration of Isaac’s muscles as if straining to hold himself back.

Sophia didn’t want him to hold back. She wanted him to take everything she had to give.

Reaching between them, she wrapped her hand around his cock through his loose yoga pants and squeezed.

He jerked his head away, a guttural cry escaping.

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