Page 83 of Survival

Her eyes widened, and her breath hitched, reading the intent in my expression. “Is that all you had planned for tonight? Because I think you hinted at something else a few times.” My resistance was hanging on by a thread.

“I did.” She looked up at me, something in her expression I couldn’t read.

“Only what you’re okay with,” I reassured her.

She nodded, tucking her hand into mine. “Come on.”

Following Izzy back down the stairs, she led me to the door behind the main staircase.

“Give me a minute. Count to sixty.” She looked up at me over her shoulder before slipping inside the master bedroom.

I waited like she asked, anticipation thrumming through me as I dutifully counted, and as soon as I hit sixty, I eased open the door. My brow raised at the setup, and I looked around, taking it all in. Candles were lit amongst rose petals on the dresser and tables in the room, and more petals were scattered across the bed and floor. Izzy had clearly been busy today.

“I’ll be out in a minute,” she called from the bathroom.

“Alright,” I called back, closing the door behind me. I took a few steps in, still looking around, and my hands had just started loosening my tie when Izzy’s arms slid beneath mine.

“Here, let me help,” she said softly, running her hands along my chest.

I jumped at her touch, not hearing her sneak up, and turned to embrace her, but I wasn’t prepared for the sight waiting for me.

Izzy, in a silky, ice blue, spaghetti strap gown, the bottom hem only reaching her at mid-thigh. A small slit came up her leg, lined with an etched pattern of lace, but it was the lace at the top that had everything male about me roaring in appreciation. The center between her bust was sheer, giving me a glimpse at the swell of her breasts, the see-through material dipping down in a V to her navel.

My hands twitched,dyingto strip it off her.

Izzy laughed at my expression as she reached up to undo my tie, the light sound causing me to pulse in anticipation.What I’d give for more of her tonight.

“Don’t get too excited,” she teased, tugging the end of my tie to pull it from my neck. “I might have to turn you down.”

I placed a hand along her jaw, cupping her cheek. “You’re asking me not to get too excited when you’re wearingthat?” My eyes raked over her again.

“No, I’m asking you not to get too excited when you figure out what I’m not wearingunderit.” She gave me a saucy grin, and if that wasn’t an invitation, I didn’t know what was.

Leaning down, I reached beneath the silk from behind, feeling her bare ass, and I groaned into her ear as I squeezed. “Be fair, princess.” Seeing her in the lingerie was hard enough, but now, I was supposed to resist her when I knew she was completely bare under it?

I swallowed, aching just thinking about it.

Izzy nipped my neck and whispered, “I plan to be fair.”

Shocked, I stood tall again and placed my hands along her neck, stroking her cheeks with my thumbs. “Izzy…are you sure?” I looked down into her eyes.

She nodded. “Just take it slow, okay?”

The answer in her eyes was vague, but I quickly forgot when she gripped my shirt to pull me down for a kiss. Her tongue brushed against my lip, asking for entrance, and I opened, sweeping her tongue up with mine as I searched her sweet mouth. But I took it slow, knowing she needed me to keep my control. This couldn’t be like our last first time.

When she had the buttons undone on my shirt, I helped her tug it away and kicked off my shoes. She grinned up at me as I struggled with my socks but kept her hands busy at my belt, her fingers making quick work of the buckle. She’d long perfected that move.

She tugged down my pants and then stood before me, her eyes trailing over my chest and abs, and when she raised her hand to trace her fingers along the lines of my muscles, I didn’t dare move. Giving her every minute she needed to explore my body. Dying for when it would be my turn. It had been ages since I’d been able to explore her, and I was going to make sure she appreciated every second of this experience tonight.

When Izzy’s lips brushed over me alongside her fingertips, I nearly lost it, and I placed my hand over hers, pulling her back up to lock her in another kiss. She gasped when I scooped her into my arms, cradling her to me, but she just wrapped her arms around me, deepening our kiss as I carried her to the bed. I was going to make this perfect for her.

ISABEL

Tucker pulled the covers back before setting me down, and I slid over to allow room for him under the sheets, his lips never leaving mine. I was relieved he’d pulled them back, hoping that by hiding myself under them and my gown I’d be brave enough to try this. I just needed my shields. For now. Maybe one day I wouldn’t.

When his hand trailed up my thigh, I did my best not to tense, and his hand gripped my ass, caressing and squeezing as his tongue delved my mouth. But when his fingers trailed up my bare hip, I quickly rolled on top of him in diversion and brought his hand to my chest instead. Taking my cue, he altered his course, caressing through the silk before slipping under the top hem to brush his hand over my breast.

My breath hitched when he reached my nipple, pinching it lightly between his fingers, and I groaned when he pinched it harder, a jolt of desire rushing between my legs. Grinding down against him on instinct, I moaned a cry with the gasp that escaped me at the first taste of friction I’d felt in months, his hard cock perfect against my now throbbing clit.

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