Page 69 of Live Love Steal
I had, but knowing that bastard, he’d made a duplicate. “I’ll set the alarm. We’ll have three minutes before he finds us.”
“Deal.” Izzy stood up and stripped out of her shirt. I raced to the family room at the top of the stairs and triggered the exterior alarm system. Then stripped to my boxers. Izzy pounced on me near the door, tugging my boxers down and kissing me. We made it as far as the hallway before I lifted her up against the wall and slid my cock against her pussy. She groaned and grabbed my hair just hard enough to sting.
I slid inside and we both paused, listening.
“Nothing.” No biker brothers, no Noah, nobody calling me, no work-related email dings.
“It’s too good to be true. Fuck me, please?”
Hell yeah. I rocked into Isobel with a steady rhythm as she encouraged me to go faster, harder.
My phone dinged.
“Ignore that.”
I did.
Hers dinged.
She shook her head. “Those aren’t real. Look at me.”
I did. I saw my dream woman. But this wasn’t enough. I carried her into our bedroom, one with a door that locked, and shut the world out as she clung to me. Once I got her on the bed, it was my turn to cling as I pumped into her, drowning out all the outside trouble and relishing in her and only her.
“I love you, Isobel.”
“I love you, David.”
There it was, the connection where everything was right with the world. It wasn’t tilted at all, not with her.
She cried out as I found the right spot to make her scream and twitch around my cock. The sound of it was music, and I was the composer, lost in the wonder of… her.
Long after the frenzy faded and we lingered in that cocoon of togetherness, I traced her curves and that perfect smooth dip that led from ass to breast. “I want to paint this.”
She smiled. “You have. Several times.”
I had. But I had plans for another mural. The wall of our bedroom was just a little too blank. I studied it.
“You’re going to paint me on that wall, aren’t you?”
I got up and traced a curved line with my thumb. It stretched from the wall all the way to the other end. As I walked back along the line, marking the groove deeper, I explained what I saw in my mind’s eyes. “This is your hair. It drops down and intersects with your shoulder, here. Then, your arm, covering one breast?—”
“Only one?”
I shrugged. “And the curve where your ribs give way to your stomach, and then your hip.” I traced the arch.
“My hips aren’t that big.”
I double-checked the scale between the markings on the wall to the shape of her naked body on the bed. “Yes, they are.”
“You!”
She was teasing me. “When you’re on your side like that, the curve dips and rises just like that.”
Isobel shifted to see what I was talking about. But she had the angle all wrong.
I scratched along the slope of her thigh down to where the knees would overlap and checked back in with Izzy. “Turn your leg so your toes are flat against the mattress. I wanna see your calf muscle.”
“How is that sexy?”
