Page 53 of Dust to Dust

How could I not oblige her? Cupping her cheeks, I brought my lips to hers. God, they were heaven.

Warm.

Tender.

Silky.

Within seconds, Isla was sliding her tongue against my lips. When I opened my mouth and tangled my tongue with hers, she moaned. She tasted like the perfection she was. Although other men got to fantasize about her mouth, she was mine and only mine.

Time slowed to a crawl as I devoured her mouth. I couldn’t keep my hands from roaming over her body. I cupped and squeezed her breasts through her top. When I started to slide my hand under her skirt, Isla’s lips popped off of mine as she pulled away, panting to catch her breath.

“I want you,” I rasped.

“I want you, too.” She shook her head. “But not like this.”

“You want a four poster bed and silk sheets?” I suggested.

She giggled. “It doesn’t have to be that posh.”

“I’ll give you the world if it means I can bury myself inside you.”

Her expression grew serious. As her hands came to cup my cheeks, she replied, “I don’t need all of that. Just you.”

“Do you need me, Little Dove?”

“I do. Do you want to know how much?”

“Aye.”

With a cheeky little grin, she said, “I have a confession to make.”

“I think you mistake me for a priest.”

“I’m serious,” she pouted.

“Fine. What is your confession?”

“Do you know what I did after my set tonight?”

“Make me insanely jealous by riding other men’s dicks?”

She smacked me playfully on the chest. “No, that’s not it.”

“Then what?”

She dropped her head to whisper in my ear. “I made myself come in the bathroom.”

A jolt shuddered through me at her words. I was right about her being aroused during her performance. “Did you get so turned on you had to touch yourself?” I questioned in a pained whisper. It was almost too much thinking of her fingering herself.

She bobbed her head. “I was thinking of you.”

“Oh fuck,” I grunted. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”

Isla giggled. “I could say the same about you. I’ve never, ever touched myself in a public place before.”

“See, I am corrupting you,” I replied.

With a seductive lick of her lips, Isla said, “But it’s so good.”

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