Page 68 of Surfer's Paradise

“Come for me,” he coaxed, his teeth scraping against the sensitive spot just beneath her ear. “Let me feel you fall apart.”

She couldn’t fight it. Couldn’t fight him. Her whole body arched, tensed, trembled, her breath catching in her throat. The pressure built, curled, burned—

And then—

She shattered.

Her lips parted on a soft, gasping cry, her body quaking, pulsing around his fingers, gripping onto him like he was the only thing anchoring her to the earth.

Isaac groaned, his grip tightening, his lips dragging over her flushed, heated skin as she came apart in his hands.

He held her through it.

Whispering low, dirty praises against her ear. Telling her what a good little slut she is for him. Rubbing slow, soothing circles over her clit, prolonging it, making her ride it out, making her feel everything.

She collapsed against his chest, her body spent, boneless, weightless. His arms wrapped around her, his hands gentle now, sliding up her back, anchoring her against him.

She had never felt this before.

Never felt this wanted.

This cherished.

It should’ve scared her.

Maybe it did.

But not right now.

Not with Isaac pressing soft, lazy kisses into her hair, pulling the sheets up around them, tangling their legs together, like he had no intention of letting her go.

Not with his hand slowly stroking her bare spine, his breath deep and steady against the side of her face.

Not with the way she fit perfectly into him, the way she melted so easily into his warmth.

Her body was heavy, satisfied, her muscles finally, finally at rest.

And for the first time in a long damn time, she wasn’t worried about tomorrow.

She just let herself sleep.

And Isaac held her the whole way down.

Chapter 13

The alarm on Isaac’s phone buzzed low, vibrating against the nightstand.

6:00 AM. Tuesday. Work day.

He exhaled slowly, blinking against the early morning light seeping in through the blinds, the weight of last night still thick in his chest, in his body, in the way Rosie was still curled into his side, warm and soft and fucking perfect.

He stared down at her, at the way her bare leg was thrown over his, the way her fingers were still curled loosely against his ribs.

Jesus.

He was so fucked.

And he needed to get up before he did something stupid.

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