Page 37 of Only for the Moment
Chapter Fifteen
Her pillow wasn’t familiar. Neither was the warm hand splayed over her belly.
Wait—thatwasfamiliar. The heat. The weight.
Isaac.
She stretched, feeling the pull of her muscles, the soreness between her legs. Cool air pebbled her nipples as the sheet slid down her body, and she couldn’t hold back a moan, half pleasure, half complaint. Isaac had been thorough last night,and he was definitely a breast man. Which was great because her breasts were incredibly sensitive, but then,her breasts were incredibly sensitive. Months of celibacy meant the focused attention could be felt keenly this morning, especially in her nipples.
A hard male chest pressed against her arm. “Good morning, sleeping beauty.”
A laugh tickled her throat, though she kept her eyes closed.“That’s not how that fairy tale works.”
Isaac nudged her head to one side, burrowed beneath the tangled strands of her hair, and then his warm lips surrounded her earlobe. A shiver shook her.
“I’d give you a more proper kiss,” he said, his voice early-morning—or was that post-sex?—rough, “but…morning.”
The laugh escaped this time. “My sexy Australian Dom has a hang-up about morning breath?”
Callused fingertips trailed over the sensitive tip of her breast, then paused to tweak it. Kennedy jumped, the pleasure-pain drawing a gasp. “It’s a hard limit, not a hang-up.”
Isaac shifted down her body, and she opened her eyes to catch a glimpse of chaotic blond hair and laughing blue eyes before he dipped his head to her breast. Harsh stubble scraped her berry-pink nipple. Her hands flew tohis head, ready to force him away, when the hot wash of his breath replaced the scrape of beard. A moan escaped from deep in her throat.
“Are you complaining?” he asked right before he laved the sensitive tip with a broad sweep of his tongue.
She arched her back, pressing closer. “Not if you keep doing that.”
Isaac half covered her with the weight of his body, holding her down as he switchedto the opposite breast. He took that nipple into his mouth, the tight suction almost too much to bear, sending a shaft of pleasure from breast to clit and back again. This time she dug her fingers into the silky thickness of his hair to force him closer, urging him to take in more, to give her more. When his hand pushed between her legs to stroke her clit, she couldn’t hold back a cry.
Isaacnipped at her breast, jolting her with the sharp bite of pleasure. “This is going to be a better wake-up call than coffee, I promise.”
She widened her legs and tilted her pelvis into his hand. “Promise?”
Two fingers invaded her already slick channel. Kennedy hissed at the fullness—thick fingers, her body swollen from last night—but urged him forward too. The tight fit rasped nerve endings beggingfor relief, and Isaac gave her exactly what she needed, a hard, heavy rhythm that shot her arousal into the stratosphere in mere seconds.
She threw her head back. “Isaac, please!”
With a growl, he switched breasts. When the sharp edges of his teeth surrounded her nipple and bit down lightly, her entire body clenched, shook, seized.
Isaac was staring down at her, a totally male look of satisfactionon his face, when she finally surfaced. She couldn’t resist teasing him.
“I don’t think you kept your promise,” she said, letting her eyes slide closed again.
“What?”
His offended tone got one eyelid open. She chuckled at the look on his face. “I don’t feel awake at all. In fact”—she turned on her side and cuddled against him—“can’t we just go back to sleep?”
He slid the sheet down her bodyand, when her ass was bare, gave it a firm smack. “Is that better?”
“Hey!” She rubbed at the offended body part, but the bubble of happiness practically choking her refused to allow her to pretend offense for more than a few moments. “I thought you weren’t into all that spanking and stuff.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I’m definitely into spanking and stuff. I just like to tie you up first.”
Hmmm. “Good to know.”
They lay just like that, heads on the same pillow, staring into each other’s eyes, for the longest time. She knew she should move, get up, do anything to protect herself from the feeling of sinking deep inside him where few people were probably ever allowed to go, but she couldn’t. She was losing herself, and she didn’t want to stop.
“Isaac…”
