Page 43 of Only for the Moment
Chapter Seventeen
Kennedy’s nipples went tight with need the minute Isaac’s molten gaze landed on her at the door to the pool room.
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t ya?”
He stepped toward her, his gaze tracing the series of thin straps over her shoulders, around her rib cage, over her hips—they were all that held the small triangles of fabric in place. Her one-piece swimsuit was adequatefor the occasional soak here, and more appropriate if she happened to run into a client at the pool, but when she wanted to feel sexy, it was the skimpy turquoise bikini she put on. Appropriate that her favorite piece of clothing was essentially tied to her body. Just imagining Isaac untying it had her struggling to control her breathing as his gaze raked her body.
She glanced pointedly at thetight board shorts he wore, the thin fabric hiding nothing from her imagination—including the hardening of his cock. “I don’t think dying is what you’ve got in mind.”
“Oh really?”
She moved closer, dared to bring her hand up to cup his erection. Gave him a squeeze. “Really.”
With a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a roar, Isaac swooped her into his arms and charged toward the pool.Ignoring her shrieks of protest, he swung back and then launched her into the air. Kennedy was laughing so hard when she hit the water that she choked on her first mouthful and came up sputtering. “You dick!”
Isaac swam smoothly beneath the water to surface directly in front of her. His thick arm circled her in a bear hug. “Careful. I might have to tie you up, then punish you for calling me names.”
“Oh, is that right?”
The glint in his sea-glass eyes filled her heart to bursting. When he’d first appeared at her office door, there’d been something off, something almost…glazed in those eyes. She’d wanted to make that look disappear, and seeing him now, she knew there was nothing but sex and laughter and her in his mind. She could give him that, just like he gave her so much. It was perfect.
Almost too perfect to be true.
She ignored that thought as they played with each other in the water, Kennedy smack-talking and Isaac finding ingenious ways to torture her for it. By the time they collapsed on the steps in the shallow end of the pool, Kennedy’s body was burning with need and her mind was filled with scenarios to get what she wanted. Isaac didn’t give her a chance to even try.As if she was no heavier than a guitar he wanted to inspect, he flipped her over, adjusting her onto her knees with her hands on the lip of the pool, and tugged her bikini bottoms down her thighs. Before she had time to do more than inhale, he’d covered himself with condom from the pocket of his shorts and driven deep inside her.
“Holy fuck!”
If she could’ve thought well enough to speak, she’dagree with Isaac’s guttural words. With her legs forced so close together by her clothes, the fit of Isaac inside her was so tight she could barely breathe. He took up every centimeter, forcing everything out of his way until his body and his cock andhimwere all she knew, all she could conceive of.
He slid back. Her lungs stuttered. “Isaac.”
Curses filled the air as Isaac pushed back inside,just as deep as before. He crooned to her, murmured about how tight she was, how his balls wanted to explode, how he wanted to take her again and again until they were both raw and sated—except they would never be sated; they both knew that. And the whole time his words filled her ears, he was filling her body over and over and over. His fingers fumbled at the knots centered at her spine, and thenher top fell away and her nipples scraped the rough skin of his palms. Isaac used his grip to jerk her back onto him. Kennedy thought she might die if she didn’t orgasm, if she didn’t split in two from the thickness of his cock first.
“Come on, love; come on my cock. Come, Ken.”
The chant gave rhythm to his thrusts inside her, the tugs at her nipples the percussion line of her pleasure. Isaaccovered her, caged her, balancing them both on the knife’s edge of release until Kennedy thought she’d go mad—and then a hard pinch to each of her nipples and a thrust that lifted her off her knees tipped the balance and shoved her straight into climax.
“Isaac, Isaac, Isaac!”
A guttural roar left him, and she actually felt the pulsing of his cock inside her as the pleasure took him over. Fora moment she regretted the condom he wore, denying her total access to his orgasm, and then the thought was gone as aftershocks shook her body.
Isaac left her settled on the steps, her swimsuit back in place, to take care of the condom, but gathered her securely into his arms when he returned. “Okay, love?”
A smile tugged at her lips. “I’m not sure. Does never being able to walk again countas ‘okay’?” She felt hollowed out. She might eventually walk again, but she’d likely walk funny.
Isaac chuckled against her temple. “I’ll give you a massage later to make up for it; how ‘bout that?”
“What kind of massage?”
His fingers clenched, digging into her outer thigh. “Any kind you’ll let me give you.”
She turned into his neck, her snicker spilling across his skin. “I’ll keep that inmind.”
Isaac laid back against the wall beside the steps, drawing her with him until she stretched along his body, her head on his shoulder, his broad chest cushioning her breasts. A deep inhale filled her lungs with the scent of the salt-water pool and man. Why did he have to smell and feel so good?
“Close your eyes and relax,” he said, voice still gruff from the roar he’d released as he climaxedinside her. The memory had her pressing her legs together. She forced her muscles to go limp, anchored by Isaac’s thick arm across her back and the heavy leg he threw over hers. With his other hand he began to kneed the muscles along her hips and butt and upper thighs.
“You feel so right beneath my hands,” he murmured into her hair.
