Page 96 of Dust to Dust

The elevator dinged on our floor. I led Isla down the carpeted hallway to our suite. After unlocking the door, I motioned for her to step inside. At the sight of the rose petals littering the carpet, I worked not to laugh at the thought of poor Shane romanticizing the suite. I’d asked him to do the rose petals and light candles.

Considering the amazing job he’d done, I was really going to owe him.

Isla slowly walked into the room, her heels stabbing some of the petals. Her head turned to take in the candles lighting the way. I walked up behind her, bringing my hands to her shoulders. “Do you like it?”

“It’s so romantic,” she gushed. She glanced at me over her shoulder. “You did all this for me?”

“I did.”

Isla whirled around to throw her arms around my neck. She drew my head down to bring her lips to mine. After a tender kiss, she pulled back to stare up at me. “Thank you for this, Quinn. I couldn’t imagine a more romantic setting.”

I cupped her cheek. “You’re welcome, Little Dove.” Glancing down at her, I said, “Let’s get you undressed.”

“It’s not like you haven’t seen everything I have,” she teased.

“I’ve never seen it in candlelight.”

“True,” she murmured.

“Regardless, I could never tire of seeing every inch of your beautiful body.”

“You flatter me.”

“It’s the truth. So many men covet what is mine.” I cocked my head at her. “But you're mine and only mine.”

“I am.”

Turning her around, I slid the zipper down on her dress. I pushed the straps down over her arms. Isla pulled them the rest of the way down. Once the bodice fell away, she pushed the dress down over her hips and thighs.

After she stepped out of the dress, she turned around to face me. She stood in only a scrap of a thong and her heels. I exhaled a ragged breath. “I don’t deserve such beauty.”

Isla closed the gap between us. The expression in her eyes stoked the fire already burning within me. I slid my hands around her waist, drawing her against me. “Kiss me,” she demanded.

I happily obliged. As my mouth devoured hers, my hand slid down from her waist to cup her buttocks. I hitched one of her legs over my hip, grinding my need into her. Isla moaned as I moved against her. “I’ve dreamt of burying myself inside you.”

“So have I,” she admitted with a shy smile.

“I hope I’ll be as good as your dreams.”

“I’m sure you will.”

As I started leading her to the bed, Isla frowned. “Aren’t you taking anything else off?”

“I was waiting for you to undress me.”

“Oh,” she murmured.

Her trembling fingers came to my neck to undo my tie. Her brows furrowed as she tried to loosen it. I brought my hands up to replace hers. As I worked to undo my tie, Isla reached for the buttons on my shirt. She fumbled with the first one before undoing the rest. She pulled my shirt apart. Starting at my breastbone, she ran her hand down the center of my chest over my abs and then down to my belt buckle.

I sucked in a breath, and my stomach muscles clenched under her fingers. Isla appeared eager to see more of me since she hastily unhooked my buckle and jerked the belt out of the loops. After she tossed it to the ground, she glanced up at me. My heated gaze burned into hers. Warmth flooded her cheeks and spread down her neck. She reached up to push my shirt off my arms.

As her fingers skimmed over my scars, I prepared myself for the usual loathing I felt when a woman touched me there. But like before, I didn’t feel them with Isla. Her touch was devoid of judgment and only filled with compassion and care.

Once Isla unbuttoned my fly, her fingers fumbled slightly on the zipper. When she pushed it down, her hand brushed against my erection. I hissed as my dick bucked against my underwear, waiting to be freed to her touch.

She leaned in against me, pressing her body flush to mine as she reached into the back of my waistband to push my pants over my buttocks. Her hands momentarily stopped to cup both of my cheeks before grabbing the material. She slid down my body in the same motion as my pants.

Cupping the backs of my legs, she pushed her way slowly back up. Isla’s fingernails raked over my calves and thighs. I couldn’t bring myself to take my eyes off of hers.

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