Page 45 of More Than Words

She averted her gaze, her shoulders rolling inward as I shifted her back to straddle my hips. My cock throbbed at the sudden attention, but this wasn’t about me. I could deal with myself later.

“Can you hand me my sweater?” She whispered, her arms coming up to cover her chest.

Shifting my hips, I sat up, slowly peeling her fingers from her chest and softly stroking the tip of one peaked nipple with my knuckle. “Don’t hide. You’re gorgeous.”

Isobel’s eyes were wary as I leaned in, her tongue wetting her lips while I kissed the side of her jaw softly. While I was dying to kiss her again, I wasn’t sure how she felt about tasting herself on my lips.

“You’ve never looked more lovely,” I murmured into the skin of her neck, my lips trailing lower while I pulled her up slightly, angling her back so I could caress the soft skin of her breast with light flicks of my tongue. “Freshly fucked is a good look on you, Isobel. I think I found my new mission in life. To make sure it happens more often.”

“Adrian,” she whimpered in protest. My lips closed around her nipple, causing her to grind down against me, and I knew I needed to stop before things got out of hand.

Pulling my hand free from her back, I reached down and grasped her sweater. Reluctantly, I released her nipple before I bunched the fabric and pulled it over her head, helping her pull it into place over her drowsy body.

Isobel didn’t fight me when I picked her up to settle her into the corner of the couch with another lingering kiss on the side of her neck.

“You alright over there?” I asked while I sat back at the other end, running my palm over the wet stubble on my chin.

“Um,” she stuttered, pulling her legs into her chest and looking at me with wary eyes. I tried to ignore the fact that without her shorts, all I could see was her pussy. “I should just…maybe I should get home.”

“You are home,” I chuckled as I watched her try to work through what had just happened.

“Oh, right.”

“I can take a hint,” I nodded, sitting up straight and pulling the wrinkles out of my shirt from where she’d been sitting on my chest. A few wet spots dotted the light fabric, and I could see the moment she noticed as her eyes widened. “Guess it’s time for me to head home.”

“But what about…” Isobel waved at my prominent erection, the fit of my slacks doing nothing to conceal the hard line of my cock underneath the material.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got it in hand.”

Isobel’s eyes widened while I adjusted the waistband of my pants, shifting my hips so my belt didn’t press uncomfortably against the head.

“Not literally. Get your dirty little mind out of the gutter,” I teased. “I meant I could hand-le things when I get back home.”

And I would, probably more than once. Using the scent of her on my face and hands to picture what it’d felt like to have her ride my tongue with vivid clarity.

“But…”

“It’s fine. I don’t expect you to touch my dick again. Wouldn’t want to expose you to such hard-ship.”

“It’s not that, I…” she trailed off, her voice unsure while she stared at me.

Reluctantly, I rose from the couch and leaned forward, closing the distance between us as I left a lingering kiss on her cheek. “Don’t worry. It won’t take long when I recall the sounds that escaped your mouth a few minutes ago. Especially the way you moaned my name when I felt you tip over the edge. That will probably run on repeat in my brain for the foreseeable future.”

“Ad,” she whispered as I pulled away, standing and walking around the edge of the couch to pick up my discarded bag.

“I’ll see you in the office on Monday. Can you try not to ignore me this time?”

“Wait…”

“Goodnight, Isobel. Sweet dreams. I’ll text you if Evan sends me any more pages.”

“Why are you leaving? We still have a few pages to go through and…” she stuttered, sitting up and reaching down to grab her shorts from the floor.

“Because you told me you didn’t want to sleep with me. And if I stay and things get heated between us again, I won’t have the self-control to slow things down, which won’t be honoring your wishes. So, I’m being the gentleman you don’t think I am and going home. Alone.”

Her mouth opened and closed a few times as I pulled the front door open and escaped to the other side. Pausing for a moment after the door clicked shut, I leaned against the door frame and took in a shaky breath, trying to calm the racing of my heart.

Hopefully, this was the last time I had to walk away from her after we shared something like this. Because as much as I wanted inside her body, I wasn’t risking losing her heart for a few moments of relief. I wanted all of her, and I was willing to wait for her to catch up.

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